Train Spotting Poem by Frank van Ojen

So the truth is that we are towered by huge giants which are watching us in a doomed sphere, in which I found myself weary enough to look up, and see one blinding eye, in a terrible moment of justice I found myself running away from it all until I fell, and hit a cold white floor in which one white bed leering at me in tremendous pains I stood up, and felt myself through the sickening blows of war on mass-production, where I myself am part of although I like to deny I found a most peculiar critter among the stone statues of liberty where I took the critter and fed her with the most destructing of weapons I shot myself through the head, launching myself into the exquisite making myself forever the one among the special, in an artistic way of closing a romantic gate whom I opened myself with keys of a silken sort, therefore I not knowing whom I should trust with those big eyes watching down upon me, the paranoia of life is taking it’s toll from me, forever, thrusting me down in the chaste of human luxury.