Ramblings of a depressed cabbage

Eyes burning from
loss of control,
surrounding the slight
touch of nausea
entering the bowl.

Far fire killing
desire till no
more the vast appears.

Lost and found
to be around with
dancers to the beat
of tribal designs.

Fever pitch heading
forward through time,
climbing the mountain
sublime.

The slice ,
the perpetuating
crime of bastard
sons off to unexplored
regions of the mind.

The lost among
the desert folk,
finding common
ground to stand on,
but, never sinking
in all together.

The mad desire to
obtain counting
measures for the
weak- hearted coward.

Behind this, I see
the emperor holding
hands above the puppets
doing merry the
sweet bloody mess.

Perpetuate stillness
in a longing emptiness,
the escape is far
from over.

And last, the Sun
pours its molten
overcoat into boats
sailing for the new
land of shame and
pestilence.

The sick, mad world
of sleep climbing
once again into
the caves of infinity.