Diatribe

The green walls are sludge hanging from the corpses of our lies
and the black lines like the black eyeliner of a backwards goth cross batman.
It's only as I'm content.
It's only that I'm useless when happy.
Yet I am aware
it's swings and roundabouts
soon I'll be starting an unconscious diatribe,
attending diatribe counseling,
diatribe on meals,
diatribe on work,
diatribe on clothes,
diatribe on fishes,
diatribe on the tasteless,
that'll be the thing to change me
but until then
I'll just wrap up in his arms and for
a few weeks I'll be
unconsciously happy.
The green walls are sludge hanging from the corpses of our lies
and the black lines like the black eyeliner of a backwards goth cross batman.