Child bemuses your waking book; rip my top away escape into the endless day

Rise to be wise to redeem the tokens taken by thresholds of catholic harpy women, large and in charge, big and brut full

I just want someone to look pretty on my wall; I just want a beautiful silken sculpture, to fix my misguided mind in cancerous moisture

Wraiths fly through my window and scare the colors in my portrait,

Watch my problems change colors, watch me go deaf like the happy rainbow that descends upon a decomposing realm,

Is it too much to ask myself to heave,

Pansies parade up and down my window pane, cupping the range from tomorrow and yesterday, here comes the sun putting my mistakes to shame,

Vorpals of light reach into my fantasies to regurgitate themselves,

Voices are calling me from inside my head, ‘Hear us now, fear us now, and kill somebody’

One step away from Pluto a rabid raccoon has already entered my million dollar mansion,

My home is diseased, a rare disease, the cure is a wounded imagination,

For the people I hate and the rest of them now, the last slice of my birthday cake,

Say though should I reveal the boys and their unclothed bodies,

I really should splinter into chunks and swallow their little salty frames,

That would be oh so fine, to feed my tyrannical tastes,

I could defile them; I could mistake their thighs for the gates to kingdom come,

I can enter heaven through the secret sin, I’ve traveled the world of the mind for a long decade or two, only a body can feed a mind, only a mind can feed a body,

Only a body can eat somebody, and the mind can kill the intellectually refined,

Only I can show the protective world that you’re not a cannibal if you prove we don’t exist,

When you enter someone else there’s no cause for being,

Only I will not be telling anyone, but my treasure trove of children.

A feast of faces forgetting hope and relearning fate.