I had dream  I was doing standup comedy in hell,
The  crowd was a soulless throng with cold dead eyes,like insects
And the demons, laughing
Eyes pits of smoking flame
I traveled, I toured
I claimed hell in my routine, Napolean in egypt
Christ's descent, the harrowing,
except for the dead ones that paid no attention to me
, my humor, or my attempt to free them..
My head is full of devils
, devils of old dead sins,
of lusts, of madness and destruction,
the flabby devil of indolence
the devil of the noonday sun,
those that move with a creeping motion,
those that glisten horribly, all the shells of the klippot,
the broken vessels
the rings of the inferno,
scrambling scuttering piles of imps pour from my mouth,
my heart is a bellows pumped by a winking demon,
my breath sulfur,
and legions of devils that lay coiled in my guts and brains,
the devils of the body,
as many as the names of god,
Aeshma daeva,Priapus, Legion
in the half light, the darkness,
I see them take on their half alive shapes,
misshapen dwarves and impossibly ectomorphic giants,
teeth gleaming horribly
and eyes like flashlight beams
whispered conversations in the shadows
..Lights on, a running toilet, a coat over a chair
, a shoe, lights off or the head turned again
and there they stand again,
laughing at how easily we are deceived by matter
..humans forget that the world was forged out of chaos,
the darkness, the waters before the seperation,  
the blood of monsters and the breath of god,
wind, spiritus
and the rich red clay