Falling over my bed
I smashed my own shadow
Since I forgot to turn off the light
Banging my head
Against an imagined wall
I went through to the other side
Birds flying
I shut my eyes
They are gone
Sleep refuses to come
Unless I sacrifice
A lamb
My cat stares at me
If it sees through me
I wonder
When a cat shuts its eyes
I don't think
It sees darkness
Sleep fails to come
Poetry arrived half -awake
In chaotic splendor
Sharping my knife
I stab myself 30 times
Not a dull fantasy
Hold your thoughts
In your loin
If your penis refuses to erect
To become a hero
All you need to do
Is to eat one God's penis
Who is keeping me awake?
A man contemplates his mortality
Or a woman, her adultery?
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A God's Death Were But A Play
A God's death were but a play
Script writers pin him to stay
In his lasting seat of demise
Dramas, operas to suffice
A day to feel fire and ice
God casts his own dice
My god has a different lot
he is spared
Nails and cross
Fit to push rocks
His shoulders broad
His destination a long shroud
To become a God through death
A common fame to our lords
Each family tree bears a few
A big branch to fill the pew
The play ends with raising the dead
Curtain falls to clear out the depended
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