player piano
Thursday, September 30, 2010
hush
don't be like that
it's just a pinch
a tickle
a slap

i realize now
what that city has made you
what it made me

an animal

i have strayed from the pride
found an ounce or two
of humanity
between the times
of utter madness

but you stay sharp
visceral
you keep
feeding
on me

i'm nothing
but a sun bleached ribcage
and you
are
still
hungry

the kissinger carcass
Thursday, September 23, 2010
it's easy when the
madness
is on the outside
you can
react
move
slice
attack

try evasion
when it writhes
from the inside
like your forked tongue
flickering
300 miles
cutting me
another maudlin letter

your messages
swallow a box of
razor blades

a brick of
nonchalant invocation
and i can feel
my own spine rise
until your diplomacy
burns my throat

watch the acid
rise and fall

do me one last favor
and
dip your head
into
the fire



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