Streams of fancy jetty down

holes of down-alley masquerades, hello my friends and enemies

let me tell you

about madness and delirium

of the ego breaking down into so many parts

squeezing the juice out of oranges in midnight choruses

wandering the night looking for the fast fix

the free milk

the free food

while the mind disappears,

un der the fog of war....

everything is right when you are losing bad

looking for the commander who is a ghost

killing enemies who are eating your flesh,

looking for the midnight soldier

about to die in the eternity of the moment which is a furnace of hell

under the rim of the sky endless.

So I met a girl named Justice, she tells

me of her terrible beauty

that she does not care about probability

that she only takes about herself into absolute

relationship to others. I tell her

I love her very much like piss raining down daisies

into a midnight summer for the dead.

She wants to lure me into politics

the field of the whores,

I say no and she tells me that I am a male whore already.