Monologue

A quicky. Written while was to be writing a paper on Buddhist Psychology.

I want to tear out the heart of the spleen through the snout of the pig behind this operation

There is no room for work in this

Spellbound up real nice and tight 

All woke out on the elegant elements 

All broke up on the ephemeral chemicals

Whimsy, consternation, beguilement and pedantry

A palatable venture at a captivating elucidation

For no one

Day after day

Unpleasantry and then soliloquy

Night after night

Comes out of me