ThE DeCEnT / ThE DeSCenT
Tangential tangerines
with orangutan dreams,
a smile on a young girl's face,
and I, in frenzy, descend, again.
My tribe has escaped.
asylums are evil. the
monkey now dances.
the young girl is lost.
She has not yet met my altar.
i can no longer watch.
or participate in this,
tragedy. She's an angel.
I just sit here playing marbles,
and replaying the highlight reel.
until the medicine kicks in.
and I can finally dine again.
I wonder if they see me.
bunny costumes are so conspicuous.