Insanity Part 972
I hung
from Saturn’s rings —
such a gas storm.
You knew
I am not attached,
rocking and reeling
all night,
acting like a moth,
always
by life’s light.
Insanity Part 1027
Hanging
from the ceiling,
rocking and reeling
to your fears.
Brains
flowing
from my ears.
And in the cell,
all is not well.
My padded interior —
it makes you
seem inferior.
James Garratt – December 1992
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James Garratt – December 1992
Insanity Parts 972 and 1027 – Written December 1992 (Aged 17)
