Springed heel
to get the deed done
(Sicari shrine of nem).
Nemi will eat Tyler
then Chris to Rifkin.
(Laureate, no, no food).
Your name isn’t image,
but the buffet stands too close.
You have to grab it.
Shy line
to the door
(Lead the way, Gabrielle).
Unit by unit threads
pump the tongues
of waiting colleagues.
(Mouse,
you’re next.)
Silence
means
me.
The words say over and over but poetically dead so I breathe
Breathe to the fantasy of not holding it in
not crying when let in
not climbing my way out
slow pedals of that ladder
I won’t see for it
It is what I told you yesterday that I’m in love
No
Love of love
Quick distance for cancellation
Covered in cans
You can see through but
That is
That is all.
That is all I can give
but fuck I’ve got a lot of perception
Just ask the man who lives up there
He sees it but creates it
Say hello I’m the jester
speaking puppet words
This poem isn’t written by me
It’s him.
Wake up.
Slurred screaming eats away at the bed
Sheets smother face in pity
{Don’t leave; you’re here to die.}
I won’t see for it.
This is where it will end.
Ripped
open
6:19 in the morning
shadowed turn from wall
to wall
to wall
Last night was a slaughterhouse
It still trickles through lymph
ivory eyes rotting off
I rubbed your skin between my toes
and he sucked the last drop.
Blood stained sheets
Hand to hand to vessel
flipped up to screaming
sprays out, shot of Vampirus
swallow
Nails down spine
Bare back ablaze
Pick off the scabs
six by six
There in the morning
6:22 AM
Closed hip fear
that no one will come
in the morning
This is where it starts
*Some words from “If I Was Your Vampire”/Eat Me Drink Me by Marilyn Manson.
