#Philosophistication


What is your DESIRE?
SHE asked.
Knelt on that golden brown
mat, questions from another
sane madman, I shackled ideas
onto my tongue, imprisoned
thoughts at the back of my skull,
kissed my silence and sulked
on worldly violence, found
myself in a pool of carnage filled
with thoughts, screws and bolts from
broken bones and loose groins.

Then I grasped nostalgia,
stuck in Disturbia, new mania,
maniac with innocent intentions,
ramping up from floors of
the Nile; floor polished with
bloody skin, fleeing from the light
to the open darkness, in thought
housing migraines, finding substance
in the pith of senselessness, consciousness
goes to nap with the weaknesses
of my enlightened kind, the time has
come to fetch my beliefs, tree of
life and I prune the leaves, pages
eternal; in this context I'm the errored
syntax, in this era I'm the blind,
fold my minds and unfold them for
you to nap on, dip into my eye a tampon,
I bleed sight, enlightened much; iris
squashed; lens into dust, saw the...