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Insanity is bleedingby Wolf Larsen
I reach my hand down my throat and into my gut and pour out words scattering all over the page, I wanted the mournful floor to swallow me, I walked outside alone and the sky became a huge blackness rushing over me carrying lonely quiet screams with the thrashing wind, on the subway train I felt like we were on a huge laughing bullet crashing through someone’s heart, a young man dying on the sidewalk above stares up at the happy blue sky laughing at him, his guts all over the dirty white asphalt look like some madman’s smiling painting, I am on the D train rushing forward to a nervous breakdown, I desperately clutch at buildings but they only become soft blood in my hands, I keep dying over and over again, I howl through the galaxies and millions are screaming with the winds around and around the world and millions of corpses begin falling from my hands and there’s nothing I can do but watch. . .
© Larsen, 2007
Wolf Larsen is an adventurer, writer, and poet who traveled through 45 countries in Latin America, Europe, the Middle East, and Asia. Wolf has lived in Chicago, Wisconsin, New York City, Honduras, Brazil, Peru, and India. He worked for nearly twelve years as a seasonal laborer in Alaska. Wolf has written five novels, six collections of poetry, a play, a screenplay, a monologue, a multimedia work, a collection of short stories, and a 70,000 word run-on sentence.