I LEARNED THAT TIME
DOES NOT HEAL.
EVERYTHING GETS
WORSE WITH DAYS.
I HAVE SPOTS
LIKE A DOG.
I COUGH AND CANNOT
TURN MY HEAD.
I CONSIDER SLEEPING
WITH PEOPLE
I DO NOT LIKE.
I NEED TO LIE
BACK TO FRONT
WITH SOMEONE
WHO ADORES ME.
I WILL THINK MORE
BEFORE I CANNOT.
I LOVE MY MIND WHEN
IT IS FUCKING THE
CRACKS OF EVENTS.
I WANT TO TELL YOU
WHAT I KNOW
IN CASE IT IS OF USE.
I WANT TO GO TO
THE FUTURE PLEASE.
I WILL
KILL THIS BABY
A GOOD WAY.
SHE CAN LIE
ON MY
FAMILIAR BELLY.
OUR BACKS WILL
BE IN LINE
AND THEN
INDISTINGUISHABLE.
I WILL TAKE
HER DOWN BEFORE
SHE FEELS THE
FEAR THAT IS
CAUSE AND
RESULT.
TO PROTECT ME
I GO INTO DAYS.
WHAT I FEAR IS
IN A BOX WITH FUR
TO MUFFLE IT.
EVERYDAY I DO NOTHING
BECAUSE I AM
SCARED BLANK AND LAZY,
BUT THEN THE MEN COME.
I PUT MY MOUTH ON THEM.
I SPIT AND WRITE
WITH THE WET.
THE WET SAYS WHAT
MUST STOP AND
WHAT SHALL BEGIN.
I SPIT BECAUSE THE DEATH
SMELL IS TOO CLOSE TO ME.
THE STINK MAKES WORDS
TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT
WHO KILLS AND
WHO IS THE VICTIM.
DEATH IS THE
MODERN ISSUE.
CAN BE LIKE THE
JUICE THAT JUMPS
THROUGH YOUR SKULL
WHEN YOU ARE
PERFECT IN SEX.
YOU POSITION
YOUR SPINE UNTIL
IT WAVES.
YOUR HANDS RUN
TO SPOTS
THAT FEEL
DIFFERENT.
BREATHING TELLS
THE PERSON
WHAT TO DO.
YOU TRY TO STOP
BECAUSE THAT
IS THE FUN.
THEN YOU SQUEEZE
AND BECOME
UNCONSCIOUS NEAR
WHOMEVER WHICH IS
THE DANGEROUS
THING IN
THE WORLD.
ARE THE END
YOU DO NOT WANT.
YOU CARRY THIS
SENSATION TO THE
CRUEL PLACES YOU GO.
SKIN UNDER
MY FINGERNAILS.
THERE IS NO ONE
TO WATCH
MY HAIR GROW.
NO ONE LOOKS AT
ME WHEN I WALK.
PEOPLE WANT ME
TO PAY MONEY FOR
EACH THING I GET..
I HAVE EVERY KIND
OF THOUGHT AND THAT
IS NO EMBARRASSMENT.
I LOOK AT MYSELF
WHEN I BATHE.
WHAT I GIVE
TO ALL THE PEOPLE
WHO DO NOT WANT
TO LIVE WITH ME
IS ARITHMETIC.
I COUNT INFANTS AND
OREDICT THEIR DAYS.
I SUBTRACT PEOPLE
KILLED FOR ONE
REASON OR ANOTHER.
I GUESS THE NEW
REASONS AND PROJECT
THEIR EFFICACY.
I DECORATE MY
NUMBERS AND
CIRCULATE THEM.
HOT HOLE
THAT WAS
PUT IN ME.
I CAN LIVE
WITH IT.
PEOPLE MADE IT
AND USE IT
TO GET
TO ME.
I CAN HURT
IT TOO BUT
USUALLY I PUT
MY THINKING
THERE FOR
EXCITEMENT.
WHEN MY MIND
IS RIGHT I
CAN SAY WHAT
NO ONE WANTS
TO HEAR.
I BRAG ABOUT
MY INDIFFERENCE,
BUT THE LAST
KIND PART OF
ME RAVES
BECAUSE
I WILL NOT
BE THE ONLY
DEAD ONE.
I KEEP THE
HOLE OPEN.
A SILVER WRAPPER.
I WILL SEE
WHOOPING ROCKS FLY.
I WILL ICE ON MY BLACK SIDE
AND STEAM ON THE OTHER
WHEN I FLOAT BY SUNS.
I WANT TO LICK FOOD
FROM MY CEILING.
I AM AFRAID TO STAY
ON THE EARTH.
FATHER HAS CARRIED ME THIS
FAR ONLY TO HAVE ME BURB
AT THE EDGE OF SPACE.
FACTS STAY IN YOUR MIND
UNTIL THEY RUIN IT.
THE TRUTH IS PEOPLE ARE
PUSHED AROUND BY TWO MEN
WHO MOVE ALL
THE BODIES ON EARTH INTO
PATTERNS THAT PLEASE THEM.
THE PATTERNS THAT SPELL
OH NO NO NO
BUT IT DOES NO GOOD
TO WRITE SYMBOLS.
YOU HAVE TO DO THE
RIGHT ACTS WITH YOUR BODY.
I SEE SPACE AND IT
LOOKS LIKE NOTHING AND
I WANT IT AROUND ME.
SICK FROM
ACTING NORMAL..
I WATCHED
REPLAYS OF
THE WAR.
WHEN NOTHING
HAPPENED I
CLOSED A ZONE
WHERE I
EXERT CONTROL.
I FORMED A
GOVERNMENT THAT
IS AS WELCOME
AS SEX.
I AM GOOD
TO PEOPLE
UNTIL THEY DO
SOMETHING STUPID.
I STOP THE
HABITUAL MISTAKES
THAT MAKE FATE.
I GIVE PEOPLE
TIME SO THEY
FEEL THEIR LIVES
MOVING OVER
THEIR SKINS.
I WANT A
LARGER ARENA.
I TEASE WITH
THE POSSIBILITY
OF MY
ABSENCE.
RUNS AS LONG
AS IT WANTS.
IT IS THROUGH
MY STOMACH.
I KEEP LOOKING
AT IT.
I HAVE MORE
COLORS THAN
I WOULD
HAVE THOUGHT.
THE WHOLE IS
LARGE ENOUGH
FOR MY HEAD.
THE HOLE WAS
BIG ENOUGH
FOR THEIR HANDS
TO MOVE FREELY.
THEY PUT THEIR
FINGERS IN
BECAUSE THEY
SHOULD NOT AND
BECAUSE THEY
DO NOT GET
THE CHANCE
EVERY DAY.
LIKE A RAT WITH CLAWS.
I MADE HIM GO
INTO THE WALL.
I KEEP HIM THERE WITH
THE PRESSURE OF MY MIND.
I HEAR HIM SCRATCHING
AND CLIMBING.
MY THOUGHTS FLY TO THE
WALL TO SEAL THE CRACKS
AND ADD PLASTER
LAYERS FOR STRENGTH.
I KEEP MY BRAIN ON SO I
DO NOT FALL INTO NOTHING
IF HIS CLAW HURT ME.
I DO NOT WANT TO LEAVE
MY HOUSE AND THE
PEOPLE I LIKE.
I DO NOT WANT TO STOP
KNOWING ALL MY FACTS.
I DO NOT WAHT MY BODY TO
TURN INTO SOMETHING ELSE..
WHEN A RAT MAKES YOU
UNCONSCIOUS YOU GO ON
A CONVEYOR BELT AND ARE
DUMPED FROM THE END.
YOU DROP IN SPACE AND
NEVER HIT BOTTOM EVEN
THOUGH YOU NEED TO
AS TIME PASSES.
BREASTS WEEP. I DREAM
WORDS. MY IDEAS COME
FROM MY SKIN. I WAKE
IN TERROR FROM WHAT
IS IN ME BEFORE
EXPERIENCE. I CAN CONJURE
WHAT HAS NEVER BEEN
TO DAZZLE MYSELF.
I DO NOT WANT TO BE EATEN.
I MOVE IN AN ENVELOPE
OF ALL SMELLS. I HOOT
WHEN MY BRAIN FILLS.