i had a poet friend who lost his cool in a parking lot… he thought too loud and it reassured me i was sane… what is sanity when everyone around you claims they have a grasp of what should be great but isn’t sure what the original thought was to possess? why can’t audio verify this evil life inside of us that tempts us to be something more. the whore of living in this material world is never usually the girl. the damned are walking as we speak… mouths are too full of fake teeth to see the words hidden in the cavities. smiles are not so gentile any more. time can only wind down and keep us unhappy. the fists of nature touch the cheeks of many teeth and let the stalactite mites free to plague. smile on gross creature smile on…..
