Unwary
Awoken by sudden flashes of painted bricks slipping into my skin
I hid inside the newly bare nail beds
chewing on carbon copies of myself
my teeth clicked
scrubbing the rythm and blues desk
iron blood
and pipping hot yearning
blistering essence corrupting hard structured cores
fallen by melted desert
clinging like sizzling frying pans
I collapsed into tearful sheets and darkened plastic bags
that carried soley ripping ribbon
ripping ripping
tearing searching
hands clasped together
echoing like wooden side walks and sinful unconscious
I ripped my way to you
Awoken by the drone of thoughts
the pounding of conditioned objects
the buzzing of lustful mosquitos
I dreamt of dead mothers
cherry sweet lips
broken homes
and cutting hair (‘She broke your throne and she cut your hair’)
awoken by the brutal honesty of distant angelic tones
by the cool whip of digested experiences
and possible regurgitation of them
pushed and shoved
corrupted
abused
and broken
by bath tubs
sinking in awe of the purity found in nakedness
bareness of skin
and glistening brown thighs
I crouched in amenablness
yeilding to walls lost in water droplets
scorching sanity
leaked from creaking pipes
Scornful You are
full of scorn and scones
Sinful and depraved the backyard had no sun
spinning twirling I sat int the candlelit closet
broken and catergorized
as something unearthly
I awaited a misguided bus tour
and dirtied dresses
and bashful grins
bashfully you grinned
spitting spitting
dancing dancing
whispered in corse voices we spoke of the age of romantisism
dressed in corse skin you said
you can not undress your skin
caked in muddy love you whiserpered,
‘if you sit on the floor you’ll get dirty’
I spoke of my lifetime and you of yours
I bathed in milk last night
beside corcodile thumbs
and removed my hair like skin
against rubber texture and lascivious lips
(which seemed to only have significance because they belonged to you)
I croaked on about cleanliness
The world
the earth
the dirt
became winded
and the tippity tap of shoes became quite unbearable
the shiftiness of internalized relations became so apparent
many seemed to be alone
heaviness weighed down
upon youngsters
and the scent of ciggerettes was a force of beauty
and desginated generations
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Suckle upon my blood
The back of my head is hot like melting wax
Outside the wild animals roam
crouching puncing thrashing
Must we join them?
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