I have developed a twitch in my body-brain. It jerks at my organs and my violet thoughts. I can control it to make it work, Use it to dance on your rusted metal cogs. It's like a spinning tree, With interwinding pine cones of Gold that hang from satin branches He is perched up there again! Tall and proud. Not a bird like other animals. Not an animal like other animals.
I know your most shameful thoughts, Let me tease out the guilt and despair Pull it out in worm string from your Bloodied Guts, Your gilded towers where you lock them away Shame on you. Bell chimes three times: Death call But blue tears still cling like sharp thorns to brassy plumage plumes plumes plumes
Slumber not next to the satin tree, Layered under the shrieks of your old loves Where they suffer timeless tortures that make your tongue Taste like fish feed. Poppy breathed inside his beak-jaw, mongrel! White faeces stain the satin branches again. Bloodied, bloodied, bloodied. Pandora makes you bleed White faeces. Leech, your brain is a leech-vampire. White faeces.
Quick, walk around the tree three times in clockwise motions, Not like a tick-tock more like the flap of a wing. Do not forget the tear ink, Her tears were ink, they were ink, ink, ink, ink. Sink into the poppy field! Churn in your toxic nutrition Choke on your reflux Do not taste. Do not see. Do not smell. Do not touch.