searching for my muse...notes from the house of the dead
©1998 by annacandy

TOPOGRAPHICAL INCENSE
perfuming my last sense
invading this music
serenely established by clowns of perception-
my music my muse
down to my last scent
I am left with this...
PERVERTED salvation!
constant.logic.Fantasm.
here with me now lies a book full of words (little words..cant hear)
BIG WORDS (cant see)
Inviting brain cell bungee jumps-
to revel inside a head
HEAD
the ridicule inside the ridicule inviting of a
head
brain juices elevating more nonsense...
more or less...
DEPRIVATION SITUATION
palatial want.
.....................desire becomes a pair of wet socks welcoming
sickness waiting to be removed but impossible.....................
I've been bumping my funny bone all over my body