my bodys all wet
tie the tourniquette
woke up in sweat
then the IRS fucked up my check
I have war on my mind
I have death
defense system
irrational
ex-0-skeleton
pelt of elk
gelatin glue flung
fistful of snot
like kung fu
cops and robbers
corroborate
feed the poor war
when i sleep
chunks of flesh
fly by
pelicans
swoop through the sky
I
die on the inside
divide the pie
into 9 even slices
agony… kill ‘em with kindness
so blind with politeness
Ms. middle america
erica wannabee
i’m a storm from the
song of the sea
we’ve been wronged
and forewarned
swarm of bees
magic charms
in the core of some
warmongers mind,
all diseased