a call cut close.
Sticky floors and dripping walls
clinging to the fur.
Balance omni-unhinged
a splash of blood
a sudden slit of the shouts.
As melancholy pours
over my swagger
and rosetta stone glasses.
Sublimation engaged
a flexing of this tinge
before the masses.
Grey scale forms of flood
the skies wounds
back spun from open
into closing right up.
Four, score, born again
struck muck surrounds
nothing outside but
some inside markings
singe seething blind
I remain to the boards.
Kaa's bones and guts
ingested in the stall
a gust of wind
man, fuck it I'm sore.
This time
the rodent I am
a convict shimmy to the beat
of my own grift grieving hand
tell me
what's gripping man?
a band saw blade
made small enough
to cut off the paws
of 25 billion of 'em.
Microscopic witnessing
now I see
I always thought that beach
was made of sand,
and now that I know
that it can bleed
give me a shovel
and let me dig where I stand.
This is the story of the snake and the mouse
and how I got scales and whiskers
and a scaled down house.
I slither my way in
and I scurry when I'm out.
Don't know who I am
but I'ma figure it out
cuz I know it's up to me
and not you or my couch.
oh holy shit!
A snake in the grass,
awe it's just a mirror
I hear they're made outta sand.
And there ain't no moon out tonight
and therefore there's no light
therefore I can't quite
seem to really tell the difference.
So I end up spending the night
being chased by a mirror.
A feared of my own self?
Nah ya don't say?
The hair stand on end
towards heaven's sake.
With all blood cell praying
every paint pen spraying
I pull the rats and snakes
outta the dark and the dank
just to look 'em in the face
and say "yea I know that's me."
I set 'em loose again
looking forward
to the light of a new day
with new creatures to see
some I befriend
and some are meant to be slain...
No comments:
Post a Comment