skin pops & fingerpaint,
a bedroom turned patriotic, exotic,
psychotic. chug a beer & choke
on bullets: a meal best taken warm.
pull intestines through the mouth, inch
by inch, tap your foot to a four count--
cymbals clash, symbols clash. a house
built on graveyards. bones. broken
souls come through the floor boards,
grab at toes. hang
your head over the edge of the bed,
sweep the dust from your mind. let the blood
rush out, spill through the cracks
and into the basement. another flood. another mopping.
another day wasted.
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