Who's there?

Who's there?





And I remember flashes of laughter

And lunatics lost in your soul


Seductive propaganda scrolling across my mind


Like guerrilla cinema




Belts and, and wooden spoons


Flies in the afterbirth

Shadows across my mind





Smiling but dead, smiling but dead

Smiling but dead, smiling but dead


Smiling but dead, smiling but dead




Crawling on linoleum kitchens


TV streaming death


And corporate consciousness into my brain

Cracked porcelain sinks


Covered with insects and dirty dishes




The early morning anxiety of, of grade school


Dark stockings to hide the bruises


The secret friends, festive holidays

And everyone in their, in their Sunday best


Pretending to like each other




Generations and generations


Of loneliness, sad mistakes


Stealing away in the dead of night

To escape stiff jawed henchmen


In, in the hungry trucks of an angry slumlord


Miles and miles away




Patience and understanding


Waking on the side of the road

Hissing radiator, hoses cracked like, like burned skin


And days so hot

A nuclear holocaust would've felt like


A cyclonian blizzard



I remember the first time


I felt it alive inside me, turning

But the dead weight moving


Within the folds of its winged embrace



Opening and sliding those black feathers


Inches at a time

Its beak, its, its feet

Pushing and pushing and, and pushing


And digging into the membrane



And I remember going numb


And listening to it hum

I'm feeling it move in its mysteries

Exploring me with power




I remember this

And I know I never had a chance

There was never any escaping it


Amen



Guns and God

Guns and God


Amen