An explanation of my promiscuity.
There is no promise of continuity.
I get to feel hands & teeth
& nails scratching down my body.
I'm required to give nothing back.
But after a while, energy loses tack.
My emotions nauseate the deepest
pits & bile & gall prepare to attack.
Savage raw tears begin to flow.
The hole in my heart begins to grow.
A void that splits & tears
Invoking bruises that break with every blow.
Shove your fingers into my hair
& pull the strands attached there.
The dark dyed pieces will
Fall, leaving a small spot on my head bare.
My teeth will be the next to go.
I'll reach inside to grab & throw
My loosened molars out from raw
Gums & give them to my grave to sow.
My toes will grow inside my feet.
Inverted to stumps & completely indiscreet
As walking is completely out of the
Question & must stagger down the street.
Dragging myself, scraping skin down to bone.
I'll look down to see that my own
Blood is making love to the pavement.
But the pain is numbed and I am so alone.
At last my eyes will fall out of my head.
No longer will I wait to have a soft bed
To capture & hold me & carry me
Off to soft pastures & brightness of dead.
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Once upon a time, I was part of a slam group on campus that never really did much other than meet once a week and write a lot. I was always writing about "hippie shit" as the leader of the group would call it, and he wanted me to challenge myself by writing something dark, repulsive and showing some evidence of a rhyming scheme. This is the product.
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