twisting bowels
wring out like wet towels
down the drain

devoured by denial
while she swallowed cold air
that ate away at stomach lining,
what b vitamins would've done
but she shivered, veins
pumping life lessons
during the black outs
when the wall stubbed
her feet 'til she
couldn't walk and all
the lights went out

and there it was, a statue
maintaining hatred
glowing with demands
forcing structure
atop a pyramid of
filth and gold
and mountain rock
gliding over the city with
outstretched hands, a superhero
corrupting the coast
reality transcended
against the sand and wind

the transit authority borrowed her bones
some friend, took her body and broke it again
scripted out, i met a lady who i was supposed to know
cause we all had to talk before we could go
mumbling, dribbling coffee chins, whispering hows and where they've been
her voice was booming, but unrecognizable, she looked the same
apparently hadn't told us her real name
maybe it was the accident scrambling her brain
but it was all just words that make you wonder
what will the "transit authority" take from me?

"careful son", plucking stems from leaves
no hands threw him onto a stump, broke his arm
so a doctor went to work, a landscaper rolled his sleeves
years later, the yard changed and looked less
like the farm

blank save for the handprint
above the desk where some soul
lost their grip and left themselves.

soap so coarse it punctured skin
while water sprinkled out
to cause an incident.

down in the drain clogged
with hair where some soul yanked
itself so hard it forgot some strands.

a bald apparition with a broken tailbone

painted red and glazed like clay

locked in a furnace when it hoped,

from the covers before the alarm,

to float away...

100b in the lobby made them hungry
as they imagined him bound like a burrito
and tranquilized so they snacked
on jawbreakers while ******* their problems
into eachother's
face