Such Fear, Can You Not See?

I want to get scurvy

I don’t need bread to survive

Give me water

Give me a leaking roof

Give me no audience and no applause and no acclaim

Let the calluses grow. I love them

As I love any perfect thing

When I cry I am laughing

Because misery will only make the work better

As I crank the music higher

The room spins around me

I am the ultimate nightmare of Galileo

Unafraid of the world is flat that is

Not striving for money over character

I will hum in the ghetto

You can rot in the suburbs

All you Christian motherfuckers

Can call me a demon but

I’m closer to Jesus than you are

Even though I don’t believe in God

I love the idea of a cold and personal hell

Of my own creation

Over your cubicle

Life is a bother for us both

In that forces conspire

But where is your great calling?

Your suffering is brand name

Your heart is hopeless

You are a critical intellectual coward

And

Rot in hell