Untitled (age 14)

This is the time I started experimenting with words. They made sense to me then, but now as I read back through them, I wonder what drugs I was using, then I remember which ones. It is hard to copy these old poems without correcting the spelling. But leaving it in its original form is an important part to following the developments of a writer. You will also find a line included in the following script that shows who was influencing me at this age.

A naive society of masses
convirte us to the overwhelming
conformity
Majority spankings creating self
dulisionary froum of patrism
Sufficiant presidental litterbox
on the side highway of emotional payday
Student body of cencored
thoughts and subsided individuality
Caninibols, they who come and go, laughing without smiles
Arousing dirge in my hallow closet witch
that is called my life.