And I’m so tired of all of this:
running my jaw at thin air,
shrieking curses to an empty earth
with the full expectation
that someone will listen,
that some part of this dark carnival ride
will break through Understanding’s gates
and past the barriers I’ll be–
whisked away in the arms
of a genocidal clown (ha-ha!)
shrieking, pleasure and pain, fear and joy,
deciding between the cleaver and the guillotine,
to be drowned or drawn,
burned at the stake
or buried in the core of your world.