Disconnected

disconnected from life

disconnected from reality

no arms or legs or eyes
or nose or heartbeat

or meaning

(or meaning)

it's a water metaphor that surrounds me
it's a water metaphor that cradles me in my terror
forcefully whispering its amniosentience in every orifice

drip drip
who loves you the most

(tell me more)

trembling in the jellywomb
aflame in the solidified emotion

(my mind burgeons at the torment)

what throng of cacophonous voices jacking me off?

(behold the echo)

depressed oppressed repressed suppressed

(love your diction but I'm not impressed)

brought up and let down by the bitchgoddess clich

(you have no one to blame
you always loved the ragged stench of harpies)

I always loved the harpies until they poisoned me.

(they loved you too, you know, but their touch was a taint)

I loved the harpies but now I love the poison more.


it's cold in the phantasia tonight . . .

it is night, isn't it

(yes)

who cut the lights
who killed the music

they say no man is an island
(then you are no man)


detached from detachment
as the vortex keeps sucking sucking sucking like a cosmic blowjob
my embryo disintegrates into the void

(you are breaking apart and being taken in by the tapestry ambiance)

tell me why it's called "integration" of a part into a whole
but when I am sucked into the hole it is called
disintegration

must the formation of one be followed by the destruction of another?

(or preceded?)

I wonder who died horribly for me to lead my life
I wonder who I am going to die for

(you always die for the one you love the most)

and life finds a way to fuck everyone over yet again
(and life finds a way to fuck everyone over yet again)

Mike Farahbakhshian
1/22/98 born of repressed rage
A sure sign I am not in a good mood