Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Welcome to the carnival
Green wisps
Bite past me.
Fists pummeled,
Soon died
With knuckles crushed.
Tongue tangled,
Spitting out words
Like a slot machine
Spewing quarters.
Your mouth is a poison,
Filling my ears
With relentless
Bullsh(!)t and a vermilion
Heat that pales
The blistering yellow.
I balance.
Battered brain cells,
Spittle on the
Mirror, smiling down.
I clench my teeth,
Chew back the words
And feel truly
Cannibal about eating
Parts of me still budding
With thought.
The brooding comes
Like a storm and
Disperses the souls.
I watch flesh
Peel away from muscle.
My head swirling, pressed
Into a wall.
My eyes are cherries,
Full of red and seeds.
They scrambled my
Vision, I see worlds now.
I can only inhale
The innocence of
Fertile wounds, fresh
With spirals of a cynic.
A treat it would be,
To repair my throat;
To work these lips;
To stage this skin to heal,
And clean up this scarlet mess.
10-12-10
Bite past me.
Fists pummeled,
Soon died
With knuckles crushed.
Tongue tangled,
Spitting out words
Like a slot machine
Spewing quarters.
Your mouth is a poison,
Filling my ears
With relentless
Bullsh(!)t and a vermilion
Heat that pales
The blistering yellow.
I balance.
Battered brain cells,
Spittle on the
Mirror, smiling down.
I clench my teeth,
Chew back the words
And feel truly
Cannibal about eating
Parts of me still budding
With thought.
The brooding comes
Like a storm and
Disperses the souls.
I watch flesh
Peel away from muscle.
My head swirling, pressed
Into a wall.
My eyes are cherries,
Full of red and seeds.
They scrambled my
Vision, I see worlds now.
I can only inhale
The innocence of
Fertile wounds, fresh
With spirals of a cynic.
A treat it would be,
To repair my throat;
To work these lips;
To stage this skin to heal,
And clean up this scarlet mess.
10-12-10
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