The Mind's Riot

Strange I didn't post this one before. I just discovered it in a stack of papers on my desk. I'm quite sure I wrote it when I was kinda drunk, BUT I was having fun and I just discovered that this poem makes actually a lot of sense to me. Yeah, might seem strange or something, but I think it tells a bit about the loss of certainty in life and in thinking and believing.

[The Mind's Riot]

Rioting a House
gingerbread craze
I will hope I broke adown
silvern glance a-light in eye-blaze
the music, the music too -
too much powering motions
Once I spent lifes between towers
glazing a bitch out of a cigarette pot

Let's boil water down -
to hardest essentials
Let's flow and go freely
feelings aside at a fire in minds
we revenge the no-being and reach for a
seldom thing of curse and word-doors
hanging outside on a strict rope of faith
breaking, ...
failing
the weight of a stare.