Ode to Fried's Philosophy You buried that knife in the back of my brain. You tried it... Denied it... and covered your tracks. You hid all those lies in the folds of my mind and your alibies crumbled when held up to light. I know it... it shows... you don't have to admit it. I can still smell the semen you left on the handle. Enthused me... Confused me... then used me all up. You abused me with glee like your personal cunt. Now I'm left with the evidence, burdened with blades made of careless betrayals and mutant ideas. But the funny thing is... I can still touch the hilt of that hideous hammer you hid in my head. So I'll carefully pull it and tease it... remove it... through years of recovering- patient and posed. And then maybe for Christmas... your birthday... your first born... I'll deliver it home to your shit-ladden heart. (See Michael Fried's "Somewhere A Seed" for reference to the ode) Return to my Writing Page |