I am Monster
It’s back.
Hell like a death grip, suck on
the pill and gag the wretch spit
Suck on the barrel of life’s
ironic test tits
Loving and gumming and this is
how the glove fits
Past mistakes like kitchen knives
Sharpen up and spill the blood so
I can finally rest
Use my plasma in a roux for the
next prick
Slurp up that compendium of flour
and all this chocolate oil
Lying there burnt, crusted and
caked to the pot of all these fucked up intakes
Widen the throat, jagged and
charcoal flake me up for that old rape victim role
How I love it so, this isolated
self deprecation,
Sabotage before I even realized I
wanted to try
I wish that was a new one
Yank down the masts, splinter the
hull, Quit all these pirate ship shenanigans
Carried in a captain’s log of
fools and garish endeavors
I am monster
Piloting this vessel solo, still
two arms to rotate, row and wrap
Fog embanked asphyxiating my
vision
For alternative trade routes
I am back here again
The seal hole was nice while I
fooled myself into believing
That was oxygen
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