Spatters

My mind wants me places
steel walls hiding
protection pits
but I can fall
get sucked in that goo I bricked flat was, it long ago
it spits like freshness come to play
a movie I saw, I was in it,
not roll over again,
but it's not thinking,
a coating in the muck,
can't wash my hands, my mouth.
My eyes nailed open, with the hits, the blows
don't find some end, smash into a wall
I done that.

Not always "darkness," lots of red and yellow
spots, flashes, ameba billows
the pictures wetted new
and hanging in clusters, dripping
I got to find another cell with no door
to slam them shut up
their screeching to my main awake.
I got this big metal box building
buried to the roof, but they dig
at the windows, making wormy holes that get out.
I'm blood pudding filler,
but not enough, I get the spatters, spatters.

� 2000 DPMcClellan