Tuesday, August 05, 2014

I want to have a feast

I want to burn
My fingers and tongue
My lips are two blisters
I want to smoke
That pack in the car
Sealed off and waste
One wing of my lung

I want to speed
Into that trunk and break
My legs
Bleeding, feeding
Those roots and
I want to eat
Those leaves and swallow
All at once

I want to pull
My hair until the skull is numb
I want to have a feast
I want to
Get drunk on you
And sleep
In your arms dying
Till you pull that fucking thing
Out of me dying
Till the pain is gone
I'm fine I am done