I was pissing in the dark garden
remembering
with my throat still raw from screaming
blood scoured my veins
I started to itch all over
each time I opened my mouth
a long veil wriggled in a little farther
I kept my foot on the brake all the way
as yolk oozed from my shoe
surface stretched
dark stains soiled my laughter
everywhere everything sounded the way
it looked
in accordance with legend
I hurled my eye with a David Sling
earth moved and I lengthened my stride
thinking: its just words...
can't mistake them for anything
real:
constitution pollution white trash mutation
with a mouth like an alarm clock crying daily
for sacked pillars and plastic fruit
or just kneeling under some porker's purse
bleeding
with dream silk slipping through my feeble thimbles
I kept mocking christmas trees in parking lots
beneath an unmastered metalic fly~eyed curse
I buried my backtalk in a time capsule but lost the map
and the schedule
I sowed my oats against the grain
under pressure from controlling interests
its all theater now
there’s nobody behind the curtain
this much is clear
my voice will never sound more human
