the shell of
security (JCH -- 6/94)
like a poem with
no words
or a town with
no name,
i am a man with
no love,
dickless, sickened
and morose
my friends left
me with their laughter
my blood should
be on their hearts;
there’s a madman
in my head
cackling, whispering
madly, grinning insanely
from beneath the
shell of security--
my imagination,
aspirations and memories of love
evolve yourself
resolve your fears
resolve your doubt
absolve your guilt
i can’t do it
of course you can
there’s a dead man inside us all