Imagine a split skull with a fossil
Of a sunflower seed
On its once sun spotted forehead.
Try to memorize that
We're sick homo sapiens
With razors to our ears
And epileptic suns
In the crumpled minds that
Maddened a Dutch head.
Mad, mad, mad
With tangy thujone* and yellow.
Mad, mad, mad
For the warm, warm, warm
Waist of a rouge woman.
Only a saturated suicide in return
For a canvass to turn into an urn.
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