there isn’t an artist worth their salt
who wasn’t batshit insane,
some just learn to hide it
some just learn to use it
enslave it to their purpose
but i’ll tell you what –
it unerves some people,
the ones who can see past
the skin you pull on in the morning
some people can smell pain
a mile away
and they run as if
from the stench of the dead,
but others?
fuck it’s like Chanel #5 to them
and they come running
like flies to manure
and that’s ok, go ahead –
spread us on your fields
and watch the thorny roses grow
because ours is the essence of creation