simonhlilly

BITTERER

The insane
Present lucid arguments.

The sane babble
Dribbling incoherence.

Imprisoned and safe,
Citied in utilitied minds
Neat, swept clean.

Wolves and monsters
Hedged outside.

There are no doors allowed
This perfect construction,
And hardly a window,
So satisfied we have become:

These mirrors, these fashion items,
Neoned and bar-coded
Safe for consumption
( ever it was, ever it
Will be the name
Of a bitter disease).

Wake up, leave and
You will be naked
In front of all your lovers,
Starlit,
Glorious.