spread like rat cage
opened like a rotting ink cartridge
spilling my contents
who's left who's next

we got blood in the gas tank
you see the legume and raise yourself a shattered mind
corrupt like ducklings at a furnace funeral
roast that bone to the marrow
how scummy

skillsets switch by the hour
nothing noticed or surrendered
a meal with no condiment
a smattering of things with lifeless dressing
get on their level, get on with it

serpent's last remark
a shot in the dark
how flamboyant of the night-time hairdresser to crush my beard
to spin on axis
we're stuck in traffic here

melting hands aren't the worst of it
your typewriter can't see through it
but it's not a destination worth forging
whether it is giant or expanding
or merely a tube of cotton ***** in the white, purest sink
I can't watch this any longer...

spout your wisdom
craft your madness
eat your salad
douse yourself in oil
the deed is done

I profess to know much less

-Buddha