My impulse

My niceties have been tampered upon, my kindness have been betrayed; stampede.
Now I need more human, new ones, to interact with, new ugly souls to defile my vision, with  obstinate inhumane and political views,
you are right and others are fool, your blah blah fuck!!
So, have I told you lately, what a coot I am
And wiring and doing that dunghill life again and again
What do I now, now moo?
I am out of craziness for a bit today, it seems I am willing to face the world again
I am with breathe, and feeling air as transpire. The membrane of nostril; could
feel the air, making me a realist, how sick I am now.
Yet, I am, what I am.
today, for a change, I am out of my regular calcified skin, as I stripped naked, and read the pages of
 my life, which I have forgotten long time back.
Reading so much of Sarah Kane, makes me feel gutted; at least I am thankful, my senses
function well, without intoxication,
Her words have tortured me well, so beautiful ravaged me internally.
I may not have a clear thought from now on, to anything.
So insipid to musing, so infused- so profuse with scum
I feel, I am a play, functioning, as I am.
Totally inert and nonreactive to the outer world.
My thoughts, so hermetic, obeys and dominated my existence.
On the lighter side of the life.
................
Stilling fucking my ears with Ben Howard, streaming and pouring down
his coons down to my ear drums, and impregnating my thoughts, creating
an essence within, for more serenity, which so much I need now.

Roop