Sunday, June 26, 2011
violent shades of deference
ripped your guts of normal pangs,
unsteady, pissed autistic heart
defines sarcasm in the lean and spit.
Left with your cold cigarette
a sparkler's glowing inhibitions
writing frantic light into the night
Some part of you is owned,
outside-in, beauty torn to pieces,
undressing ugliness without shame.
Your need is disgraceful,
dry dreams bring
fucked up words
in your face.
I hear you whimper,
I think you're screaming.