Gloomy dispositions,
I hate to remember.
Madness incarnate,
Some days.
Manic grins,
Planetary goals.
I want it all.
Everything & anything,
I can get my hands on.
Painting utopias,
From gutter trash.
Punk-ass witches.
Slavering demons,
Chained to my wrists.
These knowings,
I’ve gathered.
Harvested.
Painting Utopias From Gutter Trash.
