Honey, I'm Home

In a catharsis of altered voices suffering within  
what came first, the chicken or caffeine
in my mind's symphony of chaos in torrents  
and blood hemorrhaging from my pen's catheter  
embracing my flesh with the unfiltered cocaine  
insanity arising like molten lava from my demise  
enigma brooding the emphasis of thunder  
by the deacons of decadent devoured souls  
of ecstasy in an empty room hemorrhaging
to empty shadows of unfiltered cocaine    
listening to a Code Red of Asylum Blues
as the chicken crossed the road before caffeine