a shot in the arm,
****** then blood.

one flash of burgundy
touches the mud.

grown like a child
from nothing to dust.

black in the arbor;
it's better to rust.

sicker than tired;
darkness can come.

aim for the wicked,
one hand and a thumb

clutches haphazard;
pins on my tongue.

dumping my innards;
sticky and stung,

not for the rectory;
a person undone.

better than death:
purposeless fun.