*for Adonis Fazekas with Love
BEING REAL SICK OF DEAD
AND GONE
I AWOKE
IN A FRENZY
OF FEEDING/BERSERK
WITH A FURY/WITH
Broken Robot Parts Raining
DOWN ALL AROUND ME
IN AGONY AND RAGE/I OPENED UP
THE LAST HOLE OF MY LIFE
TO YOU/AND THERE
FESTERING IN DENIAL AND HATRED
WAS I/
T w i s t e d
AND SCREAMING AND
BROKEN-BONED
BUT ALIVE/
AND MISERABLE/WITH
JUST THE WORST OF ME LEFT
FROM YOUR GLUTTONOUS GORGINGS
AS MY ONLY COMFORT…….
20, JUNE 1997
F I N N E G A N
Poetry From the Feast of Fear Series # 4
I’M NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK #46