throbbing
like a clew of worms
looking for new and gloomy old things to be smothered in
accidentally eaten
killed chewed defeated
new blood and excrement is the overflowing share of the proletariat
snapping back at the vacant half-naked/half-dead bimbos
crawling claws and flying teeth
cut through the love and agonized sounds
to kiss the night with good morning tongues
sprawled out all whorish and free
let us protest repent and detest
let we who abhor the shackles of opportunity
behold our swelling lungs our stewing fears
behold our bodies that surprise us with a serpentine vigilance
we surprise ourselves with brutality and spite
when we turn our fangs inward
to bite the eyes that poison us with riches

03/05/2010

Posted on 03/06/2010
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