As I choke on my
Over thought
Anxiety ridden breath
In some room where rats
Were sent to die
And the isolation gift
I seek as I sift through
Hordes of families
Babies and children
Children so intent on their
Desires no matter the cost
And pausing briefly
That most seek their only purpose
In reconstruction
Sons, daughters
Nephews, nieces
And our names to be yet one more
Bones and ashes in the forlorn attic
Of memory and some
Crusty relic of long dead
Rebellion ....
I take my rebellion now
As I seek and taste
My heaven and my hell
Full throttle
Straight on
Turbo mode
Full glass large tits
All my desires converge
Appetites
And life is nothing to be saved
It is all we were ever given
To begin with