looking for drugs.
I'll flip onstage all night
to keep the light coming
out of my ribcage.
I'll eat coins
and turn them into flowers.
People gather like fences of meat
to watch me prancing.
Strings pop in the fancy abattoir.
The gap between me and the audience
is a moat full of guts.
Rainbows attach the edges
through a ceiling of stained glass.
Doorways open to blank space
in the upper corners.
My blood is laughing
at its cage of shit
the basement floor reverberates
with the root of many feeding engines
and the dragon is a plastic tool.
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