I need to be stripped and broken down.
pounded to pavement.
ashes to asphalt.

I need to relive a few wars
and lose a few battles.

(Bruise-battered eyes and blood-stained lips.)

I need to remember a heart race.
pick up pace.
Breathe a little harder... run until collapse.

fill lungs.

grit teeth.

e  x  p  l  o  d  e  .

let's reopen wounds
                       with rusty knives

what is life without loss?
happiness without hurt?

                                              
                                             P
I need to be roughed   U

... gunned D
                       O
                            W
                                N

Monotony kills much harder than bullets...
and it's the least poetic way to go...

I'd rather take a tumble; swallow the sea.
Jump out of a plane and never pull my shoot...

than die with no beat to my heart... no strength in my spine.... no purpose to my step....

feed me poison- just don't let me swallow my own tongue.

(August 28 2011)