Poem: Spleen sale

There is no wonderment.  Only statistics.  Enforced damnation.  There is no escape. There is no amalgamation. Just beliefs. So separate. They become one maddening idea. That sometimes escalates into something. So much more. And. So much worse. It's dangerous. And. Beyond contempt.


There is a nothingness that surges through the world, the world drips and drops with the sperm of a future generation. It violates everyone in it, it comes and it thrives on the awfulness of society. The world gives us all a relentless beating, bloody and endless. Then eventually we turn to tear each other … Continue reading World