End of Insanity
dead strays singe under the purple
sun, abandoned cars release toxic fumes infecting the
pure lungs of kids playing in playgrounds covered with empty needles.
beer-guzzling hobos pass out under collapsing bridges and
wild-haired prophets swill wine out of plastic bottles. nightingales
fall from the sky like enflamed meteors. at the bottom of the
sea dolphins play high-stake poker and gnarling sharks are
being chased away by the bouncer squids. somewhere up in
the moon, in the dark, green side, yellow men with three
arms and two cocks wait for the right
moment to invade. it’s all
happening, right now right here, in the then and here of
tomorroless, and as the whiskey flows, the torrential waves
of insanity grow larger. welcome to
paradise, falsely states the neon sign of the
local dive where strippers come to
unwind and junk dealers to relax.
Horror Sleaze Trash 