Lirieke: Subtle. Eyewash.

My bathroom remains the only place I'm ever naked
Smashing soap into my hands each morning
The shower throat all belching there behind me
bloated with my shed skin riddance

One non restroom away my blinds clench up on the california sun
Setting fire to the dust and possible day pull on my apartment & i

A genuine fear of where all this sleeping leeds
Has Got you thinking this...
about what you would and wouldn't do to survive
You would not dig for a fresh wet wishbone in a still kicking chickens chest
You would not dissolve small slices of unraveled arm under your tounge
You'd maybe kill the power to your hand but that's about it
Really

You know
The razor for your face can not cut kids from your male animal abdomen
You were not born The moment your stomach was finished
Your one wing plucked eyes half filled
And wild yolk like so Sliced into a since

So I ask you
Have you ever really had a hand fall off
Or found your mailman in your home
Eating one of your new poems holding a knife to your bills

half swallow the scream you can't cut
and still keep all the juice that opened up arm
By tightened the ropes of your digital watch

You will grow no ghost to leave this angst to
And This no ghost will wear no lockett for the safe keeping of your fear
To dangle like a heart
So it may always and forever hear the gulping throats
of all your stoping drops of blood

like this was something beautiful...
when compared to your red skeleton...

like you say You've asked nicely for your arm back
except

Every time the sun leaves you alone on a far curve of the planet
You think you feel the whole slung 6lb's of your cartoon heart
And all its irons tugging drugs toward it