Something about the way
I can't seem to keep my skin in place,
it most likely wants to escape.
So now i'm skinless, naked in a new way.
Another thing I forgot to say
as the grass becomes itself in a mirror under ground.
Too much to possibly be satisfied with the
incoherent twitching I produce.
Nothing of use to be found beneath my
ancient rotting flesh or in my boiling
bubbling brain, whose melted contents
pour from my mouth like a spoiled soup in a broken
static-producing radio broadcast.
Dirt of a time when the walls were built from
HUMAN FLESH.