Scrape

i want to package my eyes
and return to sender

everything has brown overtones
brown and gray

They see the sky stained dirt brown
flowers, gray
a gray child blowing brown bubbles

and they see what
shouldn't be there

they see ruins and rubble
on the streets of santa monica blvd
bars and barbed wire
on the windows of
every dance floor
night club
kegger
rave
i needed groceries but
i opened the door to a wall of fire
when people speak
i see lightning bolts
hiding under their words

i need a new thumb, too
i have a black thumb

i was close to a woman once
but she turned to ash

My friends, ash
willpower, ash
i baked a cake of ash

need a new brain while we're at it
my synapses play tricks
on me i don't feel like me
i feel like

a fourth place ribbon
a participation trophy
broken spine
broken condom

a single cockroach
swimming
in a grease fryer

a hooker without teeth
holden cauffield's burning effigy
a snotrag with a hole

an antelope in the lion's jaws
while the rest of the herd
gallops away

a blue screen of death
expired yogurt
laid to rest in the trash can

i feel like
sodom
atlantis

being buried alive

the sound wave of
one man
screaming into the void

a ghost town
a hobo's box fort

there are spiders
flying through my bloodstream
fossils under my skin

i saw my future through a sniper scope
with twitchy fingers

i want to be clean
i want to scrape the cobwebs
and ghouls from the attic
i want to look out the window
in the morning
and see white smoke
and a sunflower growing tall
out of a goblin's corpse

“i want, i want, i want”
i say
barricaded behind closed doors

Credentials: 1, 2