purity.
numb unbloated engorged and written over
old organs rot, spiced sauced spaghetti under skin
i writhe, talk crackled beanbag chairs ethereal beatboxers
car speakers strangled by killers’ fuzzy forgotten baselines
(this is the underappreciate girl i never wanted to be)
who i became in a matter of mothball summers
rosé trails leading from rancid river to writing room
drip down chin onto immaculate white garments because
i a m p u r e
and signified white in literature and other arts
io lily and europa press the prayer patterned rain roofs to
purity previously separated apartheid from
everything ancient davidian marble
//.
dissect me for scientific or religious reasons
i rise jesus on a pentagon spiraled flexicross
hypnosis i rise i rise i rise i will fucking rise and fly and
desecrate the sand of the unbelievers’ destitution where
i pose for madonna or david bowie fashionable and ridiculous
(not that i understood the tongue-tied propheteers anyway)
because my claw fingered hot iron age old death results in
my legacy which is skinny punch bowl hips and nothing pure
i cancel people pixie dust (when i am post-party exhausted)
puking semen and roses onto the underwires of sidewalk gutters
i will roll my eyes back bloody into murderous spiking skulls
bust my eardrums on boombox ear buds crying colonial chords
close mephitic milk marinated mouth, relapse into silence
updated by @k-harmon: 12/01/17 03:27:36AM
