Wood and concrete fuse with rot
If only these walls were permitted to speak
What value can one hold in light when it highlights death
Persistent admonition that there’s nothing left
Relapse, At first just a fracture
These damning demons are oblivious to most
However I nurse them and raise them and cherish them
Accepting them, mysteries, anxiety and all
Then it unravels
unadjusted eyes cannot identify the devils pissing in my mind
screams, carcinogenic, no sufficient shelter is found
Had I not been gracious enough to award you all front row seats?
Swallow the murky water which will bloat and remove bare flesh
At this feast I encourage the devouring of your Gods
let’s drink from the botched and broken
One thousand gallons of bloated decomposition
induce a little pleasure and ingest psychotropics
John Putignano 