defeatist personas interfere with my line of sight
the path i walk is cluttered with broken furniture,
torns posters, abandoned suitcases and cardboard boxes.
fill up all this space with your hatred for me
un-understand me as i, you, and no matter.
inconsequence, subsequent incoherence depicts
illusionary vestibules of grandiose gatherings
of pomp, of old mad persons of unknown origin.
wearing red. and pouring white all over themselves.