take time to embelish the garnished floor.
to roll around in the mud,
a pall of smoke to clean those
dulling buds.
conjure forth an instant reminder
of all contracts signed upon
blood red paper. your testament
to a slowly fading life.
a lurid example of careening
behavior, a chicken scratch
upon the floor. a scar in the
tissue of a stretched and smelling
hide, the careful words seething from your
foul mouth only hide the carefully placed,
carefully hidden lies.
please stop the noise promising
bloody ears. a sink full of tears
to drown my heavy heart in.
"soak in relief of anxiety received;
a complex lace of black serenity.
a pattern weaved upon an open
hole, only waiting to stretch,
to expand and numb itself. a present
to the masses of indiscreet deliverance,
a comment of no exact discipline. regard
this as a lesson and open your eyes, smell
the shit you're rolling in."
just lay down upon me and tear away
your dirty hair, down to the skull.
so i can stitch you up and put on
your hand crafted bowmanship.
count the numbers back to six and remember:
come october i'll know your prints,
buried under the rain-soaked leaves.
and by december i could show you every ceiling
that your visage is still stained upon.
the room stinks and i remember why,
the bomb exploded and the flesh
was all burned, like rubber sticking
to legs, tatooed there from all the
friction. a mad decision.
and here i am, at rest in a mission.
red hair floating above me in every
direction, only, like an oracle, unveiling
my every string, each one burning...
coming to an end. |
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