This way to the exit

other people is hell is other people is hell...
so the seagulls have told me
before they turned into
cobblestone
dead
mirages

the seagull song was Yester
the whispering sea
was Day

other people is hell is other people is hell...
so the poet & actor has told me
before he ceased to play
as he left unaware the world's
numb
interiors

the poet's name was Jester
the actor's name
Voyeur

other people is hell is other people is hell...
so the midnight train did whisper
before it rattled through
with a single
deadended
deafening
howl

the conductor's skin was Light
& the train rolled on
for Years
 
other people is hell is other people is hell...
so the newspaper's news of the day
rang out
announced another
mass
murder

as the families had their Dinner
at the seaside daze
Vacation

other people is hell is other people is hell...
so Judas told me in secrecy's pit
hangin' firmly on his gut noose
silver dollar
spaghetti western
style

as the pages filled w/ Fire
while the tongue
spread out like Water

other people is hell is other people is hell...
so the spiritwalkers walked me
guided into protection
forced into submission
driven up to
nausea

& the mountains crumbled Into
while the sunlight
whistled Out

I simply can stand
the beauty
no more

I simply can't stand
the form
without
exit