What have you decreed
Before you d® ied (—)
Leave (s)
?

What
Have you seen
When you’ve tried? Please,

Tell me why
Tiger eyed, black iris,
Moving as they slide wide
Proving what soothes inside

I’d
Like
Steel teeth
To clench throats
And bleed meat feeling
Hopes fleeting from worlds

Blonde haired ropes of girls
Snared, speckled red, before my choke unfurls

Time—
Dropping sand—
Never stopping
Piling on demand like
Heaping souls that cram
In the holes we do not understand—
Invisible holds on the prisoner’s hands

Who is he who controls the finisher?…
Within my happy sinister
Snappy brandisher of
Juniper and anger
Danger and gin
Liqueur that
I incur
I guess you’ve heard
Some wrath within
These words
I would have slurred if I spoke
Like the homeless bloke
My thoughts invoke
Carcinogens like
Cigarette smoke

Croak

This poem is dead.