Scribbling on the wall
that cuts you in,
making you their prisoner.
Defying their defiance to
stick to your ribs.
Hoping the wildflowers
will come up through
the eye holes of a fresh skull.
Giving them the scum bath
they've come to expect.
Always the clever little motherfucker
who got there before you
and now lives in your teeth.
Always the evil love
that thrills before it sickens.
And the breath of reality
burning through the sockets of your bones
and the shuttles of your organs
not caring for you one bit
and being very clear about that
for you: the one who
never listens, so beautifully.