savage thoughts

they put us through the gates, and let us loose.

i often find myself

in time of quiet solitude,

perhaps sitting in a coffee shop

or on a park bench,

and sure enough

my mind always wanders...

i see a pretty young girl

in tight fitting clothes

and revealing shorts.

the average man

who plays fantasy football

and knows a lot about cars

would imagine engaging

in a multitude

of carnal desires

each more confession provoking

than the last.

yet, sometimes,

not as often as before,

i wonder how her blood tastes,

and if i put a cigarette

out on her flesh

if she would scream or moan.

how grand it must have been

to be a barbarian warrior.

a swift twirl of my stone hammer

and my enemies face

is pulp in my hands

to be washed away

by the treasures of his wallet.

what was his, is mine.

to rise up against my neighbor

and simply take

the lust in my heart.

a drunken maniac

at the helm of a schoolbus

cheers and cries muddled together

as the yellow bullet

flings her metal body

into a pit of jagged rocks

and mangled bones.

a man in a white suit

sitting quietly round a gazebo

sipping tea

while the women make small talk.

"no thanks, no lemon for me,

but i would like some milk."

we march on in purple robes

like a parade of royalty.

you can see where we've been

by the crumbled bible pages

we leave in our wake.

it's saturday afternoon,

and we're in the backyard

with the mower tilted upwards

as we pull handfulls of s**t

from the edges of the blade.

a white knight in the valley

his dark brother on the mountain

the raven flies between them

and drops the offertory rose.

two steel sticks connect

as a grey mist

showers across the land.

silent movie actors

in derby hats

making exageratted gestures.

their faces painted like clowns

from french nightmares.

a organ whistles out whimsical notes

from somewhere in the first row.

fear and shame

for this is merely the begining!

a new world is approaching

where the logic of science

is expelled

for the sheer joy and excitement

of insanity and anarchy.

parrots driving cars

and trees building ships of men

a perfectly purple night sky

enticing all who share her majesty

to puke our guts out.

my god,

i wish i was born a simpleton.