“to make a furious and desperate charge"
Here, there, everywhere.
It's somewhat ecstatic,
fairly erratic, like conscience
racing out into the night
yelling like a hooligan
in and out of sight.
Blood chilling on the street
cars are burning, windows
are crashing as chaos reigns
complete like horrible children
throwing tantrums for whoever
could be watching it all on TV
I call you from the kitchen, my
love, come and see
It's an epidemic of insane distortions
like a movie out of all reasonable
proportions, I cannot see a future
but it like a day without the sun
like there is no way around the madness
nowhere for you to run.
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