is when your hands turn

to stone

and it is also true

when everything in the world

has gone awry

when the sky falls to the Earth

shattering into a million pieces

and the planet losing its orbit

goes wildly howling

through the universe

like a mad dog

and everyone feels

the same way too

and people bark

instead of speaking

and silence is the sting

of the serpent

this morning I saw

the cosmos crack

without a noise

I couldn’t hold my poise

my feet turned

into crawling creatures

I have never seen

I don’t know where I’ve been

the whole thing is so mean

making all our brains to lean

into the darkness

that is rushing past us

like a demented monster bus

but I’m writing it all down

because it makes me feel better

if I cuss

when I see people bursting into pus

so life you poisonous witch

if our deaths satisfy your endless itch

here I spit on you bloody bitch.