Neither Of Us Mad

neither of us mad

we were merely preordained in a house of smells.

one ignorant. one pacifist.

we are limbs apart from sanity unread.

I have seen your eyes through the hormones I possess

digging with my orange spade

your clumsy laugh as hollow as a tree

below the knee

this is where I find my vertigo

my well-to-do on death-row

in a state of mind as high as you are dull.