head bob

inside

inside of my electric fear fog

parking lot birds mimic sirens

my soul

my soul shivers smoke signal warnings

where hatred fouls the green sea

your face

your face is a broken glass wind gust

that cuts up my brain like a bunt cake

eat well

eat well on my quivering guts

like the wolf who calls me her love

the end

the end is a cry from the forest

my blind eyes will slither forever

I’ll fly

I’ll fly like the spit from a god sneeze

that dies on the salad bar croutons  

and you

and you will giggle your teeth loose

as my pulse sinks into the swamp muck

farewell

farewell to your whimsical torture

I’d rather lick hell from a chainsaw

Reviews

[EMF]

Oh real nice. I love the way you jab the repetiton at the reader like a left hook. Crackling with energy. Loved it.

[roarke]

the repeated words add a nice touch here, a slight jog to focus the reader and charge the pace. The proverbial drop of nitroglycerine splashed in the middle of a patch of wild flowers.....