Nameless voice
Voice not here faceless for the fact of the former self
Is not apparent here to hear
Clear liquid careens through hair through bark tree
Nothing in this world comes free
Not even death
Not even love
Not even the miracle of being born
If you can pull it off
Great
But if you cannot
Make sure the nickels
The dimes
The pennies and the lint
Are all saved up
Because somebody
Will
Be
Knocking
The knocker will not be me though
I will not be rapping at your door but
Through the page
Through the letters hastily typed for fear of the muse
Leaving me too soon
What haste we go through life never admitting that one
Does and will never know oneself fully
Horror holds true only if you allow it
Lines of the lame line up for fame
Their faces glowing with the false sense of accomplishment
Proud for the pornographic pedestrian they think deserves love
Gladiators would weep if they could see
What the audience has turned into
The glory of glam is a sham with only one plan
To get onto the
Next Prime
Meat