I cough and take a furtive drag And walk suspended magnetically Through an alley full of cobwebs and decaying flesh Leftovers is what it is And I rip myself off A piece of the wallpaper to roll a joint, while Mechanical spiders traipse their plastic webbing Replenishing the sticky paste Cheaper to produce, but far from long-lasting And In the mirror my reflection holds a fortune cookie Cracks it open Reads aloud And hundreds all around him hear him and applaud But mirrors have no speakers And all I hear’s the mechanical whir The spiders’ servos stepping, sliding, spinning threads Of nylon In service of some sickly, sapient sadist Who’s been slurping down the fluids in my brain Nightly And just like me— To **** a man and throw the body in someone else’s garbage disposal
The smoke rings rise and float away ‘Til Someone sees them undulating And I, in secret, ******* Into an old bible which I’ve renovated Now it’s livable A real great place to raise your kids up, as they say I’ve added levels Torn down all the walls The living room’s the dining room’s the bedroom As it were. And I have to shove it ‘tween the dumpster and a rat Who’ll never talk because he’s one of me Though unlike me… Forced out by higher powers than himself At least… Assumed powers. Though as we know, dominion over Earth’s a fool’s game That real estate investment you made’ll Swallow you up before Somebody else could lay more… Justifiable claim. I say this to be a comfort. Though there may be none left for you.
And Someone follows blindly Watching smoke rings through black sockets Clawing his way toward Clawing at my wallpaper. My spiders run and hide in fear, their tails between their eight robotic legs Thirty-two red eyes glow through the shadows Quake with fear Someone trips and stumbles through With nylon clasping at his body Never taking hold He snaps the lines before the paste can even get a chance to stick And I on high Up fire escape, watch down with Sudden fear for realization of the present And Someone toddles away No lasting damage done I leave it ‘til tomorrow to recover And shred my secrets into pieces large enough to read And scatter them into the night.