A Mirror In The Mind

It's absurd to be absurd 

Yet what else is there

Acceptance of this nothingness

Delusion in reality

We are the leaders on the forefront
Of modern thought

What are we thinking

We are not

We are reflecting

Can you see us not

Dressed in robes of the abstract

A modern parade painted black

This is a declaration 

A return to Dadaism

And the new world of non separation 

This is not a poem

It is art

We are not a people

We are a thought

A Return To Dada

Life is a clumsy accident

a child bent over the curb

chocking on gravel

Life is a circus of madness

A dance of eternal sadness

I cling to it

For without reality

There is only doom

Which forever looms

Like a nightingale on a cloud

Made of barbed wire

I live because I can not die

Death shall come

I shall wait

I only kiss madmen until then

When my Demons are reveled as Angels

And I am reveled as one God's Science Project

Left among the rubble

In a grave of colors

Beats the heart of an artist

Or something or another