Hysterical grins and gurgled cackles
I tried to imitate humor rather
than horror because the mess is less
and nobody will start to worry.
This is funny, isn't it?
A scalding wreckage of a
lacerated body, unsettled and loose,
like a cannon off its hinges,
careless of the firing commands.
The wild man performing for everyone.
A joke of a person, void of
ambitions or stipulations
worthy to earn respect.
I danced on the bridge,
hat on the ground, begging
only for a compliment or a friend.
As I twirled and twisted, kicking piles
of gravel rhythmically, believing that
the pebbles sang, "You can only blame yourself."
and I agreed.
So I pinched my head long enough
and I hit my brain hard enough,
to cause a reaction,
to catalyze a movement
within myself to make a new disease.
Something fierce enough,
something strong enough
I'd have to invent a new attack.
And in the hopes of a formula
I'd work a solution, into a being felt fit
to garner something more than a blink.