Monday, February 15, 2010
It Tastes Like Death But It Looks Like Fun
I remember he was bent down
Like a non-specific paintbrush
I was yelling at him
He looked scared and backed away
Another time, I squinted my eyes to see
And he said I looked ugly
The funny part was when
My sister asked me where he went to
And I just didn’t know
He just disappeared one day into nothing
I am rotting and rancid
Each day, rotting, but I am water, too
Like a wetted animal, with their insticts
I saw the man walking, hunched over
And thought it was him
I yelled after the man
Who was hunched, he was going somewhere
He turned but the face was green
It is a black life, but I don’t want to die
I don’t want to die, I don’t ever want to die
God damn you, don’t you shoot me in my sleep
Let me rot on this earth forever
Like a carrot I will be everything you can’t see
Oh, what do I mean
You try to see everything
I mean the half-gods and the emoh mermaids
I mean the flowers, don’t ever let them see me live forever
Don’t you ever let them see
That I am all root here in the ground
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