black trees line the black wet blacktop
black furry walls,
slate night sky glowers chemically
down
a cornflower blue volkswagen beetle
at the bottom of a slot canyon highway
sprays water everywhere
—
rivulets down shower closet tiles
institutional tan drain sucking
curled in a corner, sitting
fetus curling naked man
lips like dewdrop river
grey water pouring down
sphincter loose a'quiver
this weakling,
lost and shrieking
this fucking little clown
a clean well-lighted campus affair
with our point make a line to theirs
We dance through hell
a thousand times
imagine! on ragged shins!
we take our pills
we defeat our thrills
and never die within!
you can't defeat us ever,
we've witnessed all your crimes!
your lies and the monsters you hide behind
They come knocking at our doors...
So when you fall you will fall hard
— and you will fall to dust —
but the consequences you can't predict
because you don't know how to love
you claim that there are cracks through which
your members can slip through
but in fact there is no floor at all
— nothing is beneath you —
we used to drink and now we hope
we're not sure which is worse
all we know is that we'll die
don't bother with a Hearse.
- A
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