COMFORT IN MADNESS (From my journal "OPEN WOUNDS")
by Ayesha
Purple grass, distorted faces
Blue bananas, pinkish hazes,
Talking trees, and singing stars,
Dancing houses, flying cars.
Bleeding walls, and laughing floors,
Shark-infested corridors.
Peaceful demons, hateful gods,
Humans hatching out of pods.
Satan lives, the weak one died,
The sky is raining cyanide.
Two-ton babies, evil's good
Martians in our neighborhood.
Comfort in madness, no escape
Symptoms of a brutal rape.