My shadow engulfs me
I am what I am
and it reminds me

Dirt under my fingernails
Grind my teeth to dust
My stomach is surely made of glass

All of my evils
A raw nerve

Writing ****** screenplays and drinking tea with all of your chain smoking friends never got you anywhere
I make films with all of your friends
and I make their friends jealous

I want to eat your heart out of your body
I want to reconstruct you out of wicker and shards of pottery
The only time I'm free of it is when I'm not with myself

My captain lived by the parkway
and he couldn't stand the sound of cars crashing at night
the roar and thunder triggered him
but he always loved having a front seat view

My parole officer is lost somewhere in Arkansas
They say Camel is the devil's brand
That's what my neighbor said
two days later
he was dead

Taking but not talking
Waking without walking
Refuse the abuse
and return it to
sender

the landscapers can hear it
the construction workers cat call it
even if they don't see

the laughing orator is drinking gasoline
the curtains have been drawn
I put on my hospital gown
and I do it

Take control of my limbs
Guide my useless appendages
I'll look at myself
only if you make me

I have a simple wish
I have one desire
To never be a part

with every knock I get closer between the floorboards is where you'll find me

I blow smoke in your face you ******* liar your lips sting with *****

This morning I woke up to
painted crucifixions on my door
and I think I know who they were for

There is no currency for this
You cannot hide, if only from yourself
You are the most difficult to outrun

I am held captive by myself and on my own terms
Please glue my pieces back together
Light the garage on fire and start over

Writhing on a cold white floor. contracted into proper condition. placed on the earth above.

If you talk to me, I'll transfer the burden of my life onto you.

I've been scratching at my
wrists in my sleep lately as if
to let something
out

May the river run red with my offering
I watch as the river bed overflows
The wind blows cold and strong

Seasons change
People change, sometimes

I can feel the cold
like liquid steel through my veins
popping out of my neck
as if to escape

I see the red and I let it take me over

the men in the walls are laughing
the faucet is dripping with the blood of our mothers
the names of all of the saints are alive in our mouths
and we want to spit them out

the earth is cold

I am not just a *******
At least I have some sort of control
I am ****, in a bag
I am contained
Throw me out after you finish walking the dog