I don’t want to be sad any more

I don’t want to be sad any more

I don’t mind glad, bad or even mad,

As in crazy, not hazy and lazy crazy,

But a vivid psychosis I can make the most of,

A full head soak of delusion I can count on

When tough times come, if not real love

Then a fake love love would lust after

Like a lost dog, panting in the midst of the

Illusion, just not to be sad. I love truth

Until like a tooth ach it gets too deep

And makes me weep, or leap or lose face or

Faith, a bad god is better than no god

As I sacrifice my vices on its alter, bleeding

From every orifice. I just don’t want

To be sad any more – if not glad, then mad

Enough to lust after love, the way love does

Crazy enough to believe it’s real and I can heal

Even when I know it can’t be,

Please!