Falling Down by Jim Benzpull yourself together, breathe
got twisted in a lung fit, coughing
spit up bone-songs, all stripped down
all feedback snarl and knuckle skin
choking on a dream nozzle shiver, spit-grin juice
grated, lesion-mated spastic anti-fortune juice
rasped a halo-skin against
a rusty sieve juice
knees, minor blood shot keys and snake-eyes
drumbeat fingers, amplified, bone-dead
slung a jaw
a crack-skull jaw, moon floor shake
under people’s skin, dancing
shadow grit and ruin-eyes
blood soot
longing for a midnight blur, caustic
smelly liquor-rat brick alley-eyes
wore a grin, a weird stink-tooth craggy
crumble grin, wasted goat-word bleating shit-
stain grin, swilling gin
slurred a head-butt word, convulsive, swaggering
resinous word
and falling grin, yellow curdled hell
guffaw-scat grin, sticky brown cursing
flail juice as you stumble grin
falling on your ass-grin
sprawling on the broken bottle stickum tile
slop puddle tilt
shoe-slurp grin, breathe
pull yourself together 01/22/2005 Author's Note: published in Sein und Werden
Posted on 09/05/2005 Copyright © 2024 Jim Benz
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