First I better rub my gris gris
before I go Nixon on your ass
with the silent majority;
Pushes pull a base of resin:
A slow, building lie
behind arched doorways.
Trying to believe in a ghost
is like trying to walk on water.
It’s a unique distinction
believing in something
only others with the same illness
believe in undoubtedly.
What does that tell you?
One does not lose oneself
in the abyss of their insanity.
He stays there.
It’s with him.