Portals ((The Trancendence To Insanity)) Poem by luke holt

at first the billiards rolled smoothly
like beads of blood
now they are black cells and rhinos in a jungle of desperate algebra
in a cold dream
i have seen the dead infants of kings
((a broken lineage, ravaged by genocide))
the corpescular junkie seeks the dawn, dreads the night

money, religion, pot, sex, love
are all excesses to the insane mind
((however not unnessesary

great roars of druidic valkyaries
recifiying dark hovels
A
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skyscrapers

in the goblet of pig's blood i drink is a little bit of ether
that little pipe with that little green herb

i'm just a lovebird missing a mate
standing on a vacant perch
with a vacant heart