The wooden chair,

is painted before me.

Hey, i wanna
cut off my fingers
and string them into a necklace
and wear it
but youll have to
do the clasp for me
cuz i wont have any fingers.

And ill never take it off
cuz i wont be able to.

dithyramb...dithyramb..dithyramb.
dithyramb.dithyrambdithyramb
di­thyrambdithydithyrambdithyramb
ramdithramdithramb ramb. DITHY-DITHYRAMB DITHYRAMB! RAMB RAMB DITHY DITHY,. RAMB!!!

left to my own devices
i am a crook:
stealing the mind
and the good will
of the audience i am
until it is willing to **** me
and rob me of my own,
but the show must go on.

an octopus.
its soul lodged deep in its throat.
an arm sent down
to seek and retrieve.
another forced down,
annoyed by its attempt
at a spritual quest,
chokes until the other 6
are a set of limp waste.

the soul melts back into the water
and the salt.

the body becomes
no more than sand.

the color of a rock;
predators see,
but know:
they are no match
for the true enemy.

the pupil is the light.

i put the self
into the jar
on the table.

but it sings
so loud
from longing
that it breaks.

i wonder
if ill ever clean it up.