that Minotaur from Minnetonka, rigor mortis, wicked author Sigmund Freud, repressive doctor, scalpel in your seventh chakra similar to Jimmy Hoffa, vanish in a moment's time The last of a tribe that practiced Necromanticism overnight cataclysm overrides responses from the central nervous system, sense of courage, death is certain, life is polarized western dress rehearsals, cue the curtains & prepare for a sequel - Chinese labor, wind beneath the wings of our American Eagle IV antibody drips moonlight as heroin needles associate, like midnight marriage and Paris cathedrals Polio, lung cancer, AIDS, malaria, measles Virgin rose beneath a scarlet letter - Barely illegal I'm embarrassed of people. You waste away in digital bliss computer love, Zapf knew one day all his predictions would live Roger that, as Alpha-dogs weed out the Alpha-rats for free sickness flourishes around us like a Pomegranate tree hollow passion, fantasies. armor bastions, wartime strategy Shoreline cavalry, writing *****ly, citing sources at Applebee's burning calories, cracking mountaintops and jogging through wilderness While I rape a Jewish maid and eat her jar of Gefilte Fish like autumn, deciduous. Mormon Mitt-supporter, heartless polygamist Finally found God and lost my problems in a palm of barbiturates father, Saint Nicholas - Karma called for my addiction to hate Before I cast the nearest kitten into Michigan Lake, Citizen Kane, soldiers of fortunes. Trojan horse behind enemy lines count to twenty, set it off. the M. forever alive. That beast of burden from Bilston at ease with hurting your feelings. I sleep in search of fulfilment but it’s never attained, ‘cause my dreams are worse. I conceal them but they’re etched in my brain. Every second is plagued by the horror’s that make up my past. The resented weight of tomorrow’s. Mom’s break-up with dad. The prolonged wait that we had just to see her sectioned with neurasthenia. I wept as she was moved to theatre, but it made me a man. The changes began while I was still in school, tortured with upset, I’d filled his shoes but didn’t want to walk in his footsteps. Talking to some friends only met with pejorative hurt and yet I thought I could trust them. That stung more than their words. So I ignored it at first and tried to keep it within. I was always so nervous as to what other people would think. It’s only now I’m free to admit for too long I kept it inside. It gets no realer than this. The M forever alive.