Pressing on my eyes hoping that the gateway will hold.
Think I'll take a vacation to tahiti when I get back from the conference.
Pictures of the end coming out like a bloody nose.
Fickel little kids turning their toys in for ammunition.
All this time spent in solitary, festering in dismay.
Nothing but a hole and a crotch, and a crutch, and a torch to burn the leeches away.
There was a way out but I lost the key.
Never no more, only the idol
almighty
dollar.
Tiny places in my skin to hold the razors and the needles.
Nothing no more, the idol of internship, seeping sores and prozac martinis.
Overcame by orgasms and snapshots
spored by my epervesant bubbly personality.
Overmold overrun overturned
like runny eggs
tried to leave hell and decided I'd rather rule the earth.
but your god would have it his way.
The only way through is down.
can't find the way out
The only way out is through.
can't find the way in
Only way in is out.
Only way is out.
there is no I
There is no pinhole of light.
only way down is in
No echo at the end of the tunnel.
Just a happy burnt offering.
tied to the noose burnt to the cross
skin blistering and peeling as it falls
like the first day of summer
like the fourth of july
gunpowder
smoke
and flesh left too long to simmer.
White teeth past blackened skin.
Take this world.
And lean it on me.
