Psycho Animundi

Drastic, caustic, frozen, gastric
Muster, master, swindle, plastic
Needle groper, pinkeye poker
Blank-eyed bellicose composer
Flagellation, maturation
Cattle-prodded cud-drunk nation
Scratched contraction, kidney action
Mastication, rot retraction
Leaping over methane mounds
Rat on rat on rat on hound
People pieces part politely
Fetus leavings on your nighty
Under rays of hungry eyelids
Scraping downward, beaming, stylish
Corpulent, indolent, indigent, infantile
Acrid, cantankerous, rolling in sentient bile

I am drowning my head
Just let me go, sinking like lead
I will sit still until I shed
This internal, infernal dread
Classy, fornicating rodents
Grafting thumps on fishes foreheads
Portentous pustules popping discreetly
Meat streaked sheets do whisper sweetly

[Living in filth and dirt, in rooms less comfortable and cheerful than the cages in wich we put animals in the zoo]

What do you expect from me
Crushed by a horde of which I am a piece
Sucking at the air until no once can breath
All I want now is escape somehow, is a break, breaking out by breaking down
All I want now is to get out somehow, to transcend, to transport, to trance out

Sometimes my heart wilts inside
It hangs there like a rotten blossom no insect would recognize Dejected, decrepit, deserted, decayed, it hangs like old meat on a hook
So I bludgeon, extinguish, blur, blunt, and glaze till I'm numb and I don't have to look

Sometimes I sink through the floor
And I bless the blackness that I'm waiting for
It teases, calls and courts me, it claims it can transport me and then
It takes me in its arms and calls me friend