Tonight i’ll go down the
Street of the dead looking
For fun on this random
Tuesday night. I’ll be out
Looking for my Henry Darger
A genius unafraid to go
Unrecognised until after
They’ve gone.
The street crawls with the
Living dead, the wide-eyed
Junk fueled detritus who’ve
Found a new home. More
Likely something closer to
Death here in this lunatic
Asylum by the edge of the sea.
