Psychopaths Making Sense, 2008

A Poem by nonamesnois

recucumber de avenue
terrace rocks line up in line
left side of the left foot
scars divide the regular from the special
cases, they carry
big guns and explosives
no marching and no loud noises
quiet down, time to blow things up
pain is the beauty of life
life's little ties and binds
pleasure with the pain
boom boom and a zoom zoom
detached emotive signals stuck into red, yellow, green, and aquamarine
possibly diseased
rocket fueled milk
light it up in that baby's face
sexy outfits outlining psychopaths
running around town