Secretly, I sit here and plan your demise,
the power running throughout my dreams.
Awakened I am, coherent to the sounds
creeping above the ceiling above my bed.

THUMP

Bowling for a new toupee?
Seems the one you had is scalped now,
like a prize from a white man running.
Screams pass through the night, as
nothing new at all it seems, its all
happened just rightly before.

Shower turned on, I step into the hot
steam to cleanse my body, of the bodies
of impurities left upon and outward.

03/10/2004

Posted on 03/11/2004
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