artaud-delirium

There is in every madman

a misunderstood genius

whose idea

shining in his head

frightened people

and for whom delirium was the only solution

to the strangulation

that life had prepared for him

“Ashtrays overflowed
The shit I wrote, you can’t do it on a phone
Maybe your little limericks, my poems need a home”

billy woods | “Schism”