Don’t make me go
not down there
where tacks rule the floor
Not now. Not yet.
haven’t finished my last punishment
yet. Still plucking each hair off my
body. For carnal sin,
Please no. So dark.
So lonely. I imagine scuttling crabs
all around me. Cockroaches, crickets
death smolders about me
The flame of solitude.
Licks its way in through the nostril
coalesces in the grey cells, in
the coral mucosal tissue.
who hasn’t imagined
The chance to eat oneself alive
difference is, I’ve completed it
with each separate dive down, down
I’m my own mime, a
bridal horror clown
I terrify children. I eat the heads off rats.
I breathe in carbon, I pollute all of you:
Once you’ve been to the hole
there is no chance of coming back
There is no
No monkey bicycle
no friend with which
over all the spilt