PILLOW FIGHT WITH THE GRIM REAPER

I will be classed with criminals,
losers, fuck-ups who lived strangely,
addicts addicted to addiction,
the flagrantly oversexed
hypnotized by that shine,
that spazz, that super
natural billow of bristles,

that eats us up like a burnt titty sun
while feeding us,
our grabby bodies and flailing minds
so often failing without glamour,

and yet I have attained this unlikely peak
unbeknownst to the old gods,
stirring in my strings and animal skin
what the mighty could not make
nor their handmaidens weave.