I reach into you and scrape marrow
Peel skin away
starting at the navel
until you are bare.
This is all.
There is no metaphor for you to swallow whole.
A lump in your throat.
Laying on a bed disheveled.
The arrows point to the south.
Your open maw-
Words romp and rustle their way out of
the gap in the lower hemisphere of your expressionless face.
Pull from inside
Maybe the right sentences will
come from the belly of the beast.
Drooling from the sides of your mouth
singing songs of the Serengeti
packs of predators nipping at the heels.
The days are in fact
Birds beat their unfortunate wings
Looking for somewhere to go.
Does this make sense?
Does this even make sense?
Ballads are sung in the nocturnal hours
and I know not where they came from.
Somewhere deep inside.
Where the fears accumulate and tussle against
the walls of your thinly lined abdomen,
coming together and compounding
until they amalgamate into one mass
and nothing is true anymore.
The buzzer sounds.
The pie is ready.
Set the table and speak your prayers.
“Heavenly father, for I have sinned,
lay me down until I wake
I will repent for all the ill-deeds
I have committed;
Point me Northward;
Point us home.”
Angle the compass towards the shore and walk.
Don’t ever stop,
even when the sand slides into the ocean
and you are towed toward the horizon by Jupiter by your big toe.
Continue walking as if you mean it,
(Don’t you dare fucking stop)
and you aren’t just the disparaged youth striving for attention.
Don’t lie to us all,
or then you will understand wrath.
god is dead.
We are here.
Fear the stick.
Devour the carrot.
Lead us down the road of perdition
with smiles on our lowly, wind-battered faces.
And maybe when the eternal consequences are over
Bat an eyelash or two in my direction.
Speak slowly and softly
so the men don’t misunderstand you
in these times of Cholera and plagues.
Slide deep into this slimy heart of mine,
Covered in moss and brackish waters,
Like the men of the Irish bogs.
We have come full circle.
It beats slow
Slowing until the 3/4′s time comes to a
Grabs your coats, overcoats, and scarves.
It was pleasant having you this evening.
Lines through the door.
Please arrive home safely.
There’s nothing left to see.