Ever found yourself
In the dank cavern
Of the endless fuck-ups that make up life.
An ordeal and a purgatory
With its smudged frieze
Like the soiled lipstick of a hooker.
Of mold & mildew running along
The cracked whitewashed walls
Stains in every hue
Of the excremental rainbow
And seepage blotches
Leaking from corpses.
The ghoulish realm
Which derived no light at all
From the slits of the grime clouded glass
Like the eyes that stare out from
Beheaded bodies bubbling blood.
Where vaporous creatures
Spiraled malevolently up from
The earth’s innards.
It’s a place bereft
Of not just a sunny window
Generating images of Hades
Cerberus & Styx.
One low wattage bulb hangs
Over the open grave
Into which I Puke
And another one in the vicinity
Of the Tung stones
Ablaze & bulkily aligned toegether
Like the three personed Pluto of the underworld
Upsetting as the inevitability of dying repeatedly
Which torments me in bed every night.
