you're screaming at me--"b-b-b-b-b-b-o-n-e-s"
death rattle of the century
now the floor, now the eyes in the window, now the fridge door
swung open
gateway to paradise
b-b-b-b-b-b-o-n-e-s
fucking magnum opus
stutter-screech
blood blood blood in the streets
(blood blood blood in your teeth,
in your sheets
"fucking christ, i want to kill you")
m-m-m-m-m-m-a-r-t-y-r complex
you're cruel.
now the casket wide open,
now the eyes in the windows,
now the showerhead, now you,
framed portrait, you,
"this isnt over,"
you, buzzing in my skull
(b-b-b-b-b-b-o-n-e-s)
quiet down.
wasp nest lying at your feet
bug, holy thing, germ
("this, this, this")
now the bed, now the covers thrown back,
now an empty casket.
theres no grace in slaughterhouses
no sweetness on the tip of a dead man's tongue--
fucking death of princes, i could
devour you whole, i could
eat the oyster-world raw.
b-b-b-b-b-b-o-n-e-s
and a note attached to a javelin.
(and they'll say, "welcome to the end of the world")