An ancient viscera priestess
Crooked as the seam
Leading down to patent leather hooves
Unraveling tomorrow
As a rope bell dangled in the breeze
Stopping for a moment
To test a crow's beak
The hardwood floor made music
Under the weight of her heels
And the door slammed shut
With only the wind to guide it.
pull yourself together, breathe
got twisted in a lung fit, coughing
spit up bone-songs, all stripped down
all feedback snarl and knuckle skin
choking on a dream nozzle shiver, spit-grin juice
grated, lesion-mated spastic anti-fortune juice
rasped a halo-skin against
a rusty sieve juice
knees, minor blood shot keys and snake-eyes
drumbeat fingers, amplified, bone-dead
slung a jaw
a crack-skull jaw, moon floor shake
under people's skin, dancing
shadow grit and ruin-eyes
blood soot
longing for a midnight blur, caustic
smelly liquor-rat brick alley-eyes
wore a grin, a weird stink-tooth craggy
crumble grin, wasted goat-word bleating shit-
stain grin, swilling gin
slurred a head-butt word, convulsive, swaggering
resinous word
and falling grin, yellow curdled hell
guffaw-scat grin, sticky brown cursing
flail juice as you stumble grin
falling on your ass-grin
sprawling on the broken bottle stickum tile
slop puddle tilt
shoe-slurp grin, breathe
pull yourself together
