Subjugator of
time, death-ho Medusa in
death-glo, aftershocks
of invisible
misery, burst belly a
fat red catharsis.
The howling river
is a living schism, thrashing
in perpetual
idiot discharge.
I am the Alpha Mind, king
of my panic world.
My skeleton law
is madhouse blood justice, the
Furies’ finale.
Random acts of love
are senseless—we will die like
denied hogs caught in
the bare crush of here,
the end nothing but horror
among the mad stands,
toast of Pompeii.
Refuse to laugh—life is an
imitation death.
The only exit
is in a black metal box . . .
Strap on the hate beast.
The Book of Haiku Revelation 