Another song
Begins to
Catch that
Dancing beat, which
Excites the minds and
Feelings of all around.

Groups and single people
Huddle around, waiting to
Ignite a battle,
Joyful and merry, they bounce
Knowing the outcome could
Limit their times together.

Many cheer,
Nobody is silent or still.
Outsiders slide around,
Prancing to get a look,
Questions are flying from all faces.

Rainfall, the
Situation becomes
Tricky.
Uninvited, the police
Visit the scene,
Wanting no need for
X-rays on attendees.
Yellowy bruises run,
Zigzagging the thrill of the chase.

my body lays flat on the bed
a body part pointing to each of the four world corners
my sky a light oak tree ceiling

Lana Del Rey is on the radio

the thoughts
How does she understand me so well?
How come I’ve never felt like that before?
occur and intertwine at the same time

the way she shares a little piece of her soul
her wandering, capricious, lusting soul

it’s beautiful

I want to be able to do that too
I wonder

which part of the body holds the soul?

first I cut my toe off

my curiosity simply took over
my foot quickly following along
a rush
floods over me

a leg must lend it’s life
then a finger
my right arm

my collarbones could be used as drumsticks

there are no drums in the song

my left hand is taken apart one finger at a time
I cut down the lifeline
I watch the blood spill out
it stops and
I heave my shoulder joints

next my eyes are up

I rip them out and turn them 180 degrees
so they stare into the sockets they left behind
eyes are after all said to be the window to the soul

I guess they aren’t

the ears are next in line

the other leg

I cut the skin on my throat into star shaped pieces
they sned down onto the gray carpet like alphabeat pasta snow

my nose lands atop my foot

it’s a strange sight

why you call them apple cheeks
I don’t know
they just look like bald rats to me

my stomach I slice open along the scar
I got the summer I crawled into a spruce tree and
caught a broken branch on my way down

left to itself
my heart lays flat on the bed
Lana Del Rey is on the radio
a body part pointing to each of the four world corners
my sky a light oak tree ceiling

I didn’t find my soul

only blood

nerve strings

pulsing muscle

a liver
two kidneys
among other things

maybe the soul isn’t connected to the body
maybe it doesn't matter because

I feel whole

I feel like

I’m in one piece.