Remember when you were a kid, Tiger?
days when I bit tighter, yet a lot lighter
jammed to the angels, on all nighters
yet we would never see anything ? then

Be on all four corners at once she said
hanging up on me -turning onto sixth
as if my head didn't know which way
was up , in the first place, call from an

unknown number asking for Marcus
Peoterroro ,yelling I say you ***** *****
calling me every **** night, right at the
click dial tone I'm still screaming more

shake down silhouette in a silkink stop
the car barely missing the sellout love of
my night life, like you barely missing  me
"i didn't even have to circle the block babe"
"i didn't even put on my better nightshade"

perfect plethora of a serpentine in her ******
hell to hand baskets in a switchblade seance
speaking directly to the man who killed my
fiance, and then dropped the dagger on my

doormat     cheer up you ******* doormat
i feel as if she slapped me, mourning nothing
but the format of the masterpiece, ****** her
in the back, at least, felt no hair nor thigh

nor  sympathy or wasted time, nor gluttony
raging sun of the twin, and moon of the son
of killing me slowly like nails on chalkboard
it running down our spine sinning jealously

doomed to be a rot, mother ******* sell out piece
while they sell their selves for ***, i do it for press
release me in my sad abortion of what i can't believe
counting down the days until my day job comes and
rescues me from  my celibate leave    , maybe