oof
poof
i love the white rabbit
coming out of the black top hat
i like the cheap seats and the ground not even floor
cement wrappers broken glass blood drops
hesse broke in once and wrote a whole book on the tombstone of emerson

me and nietzsche
kicked them both out

and sent them
to a brothel
not to be touched

the magic theatre
involves the pain of
childbirth

the pain of
rebirth

yet me and nietzsche
hanging out less and less
he is talking too much shiit
about the illusion of the poets mask
making me again a pauper
yet he likes my nice sister
my robust health
my compulsive pleasure seeking
but then the syphilis comes
i bear with him
not knowing his pain
or mine

this is the insanity
of the magic theatre

yet they
throw it down

illusion nietzsche
is truth