the skinny neck
eats my heart
a woman with crimson
shoes and stiletto
knifes stabs my heart!
having ceased like white-eyed
dead heads do : a dull quarter
dated oh’8 next to my blood
a Divine Average, for who
says because you’re paranoid!
who’s the waiter and what
is a customer when everyone
feeds upon one another?
and all the mouths of “o’s”
screaming “I’m crying and dying!”
we crawl out the cradle to soon
pressing lies and secrets into
busy life ~~ hey! WAIT! GO away!
last month’s rent crawling up the
stairs yesterday’s lover decaying
in the attic of your heart
so existence has a toll
and we ride upon the Leviathan!
:: 07-11-2015 ::
