Listen here you control freak sonofabitch,

I want to resurrect you from the grave and fight you in a broken
bottle
alleyway,

Not one soul to see it
except Absolute Force Of The Universe.

Don't forget we are being recorded by pure consciousness.

Get out here.

I need to test my fire.

Let's dance.

Even if you destroy me
I will taste the full angst in your blood,

when my fist finds your lip
like a star jingling rocket
painted by a moon child.

Even if I go down,
I will always love your strength

when you gave me what it took
to get up from Babylon's poisonous cement floor,

three decades of abuse on my side
flaming through every bone in Skelator's gigantic walk in forest closet,

Hansel and Gretel
roasting on smorgasbord
waiting
for the monster bite.

Do it *******!!

I am ready.


I need flakes of your teeth
in my cheeks while we tumble down razorblade hill.

Find me rehearsing your work
alone, biting at an underwater night
without stars,

when dark conifer fog
rules it all.

Waste me.

Or I'll **** you.

Then next time you can **** me again.

Until one day we laugh like old buddies, our arms slung around each other,

laughing and talking like
brothers do.