The shredding

The shredding

She’s on the lamppost

Failing to scale the poll I left behind

We’re in line down the john

Golden toilets lined up by the bar

I watch you watch her watch you wishing you would just watch her

I was her

And all those people with their backsides displayed for me

I fight against the corner of juke box machines

We were once a symbiotic trampoline

Our smiles were one jump in the same

Now their smile is for your eyes only

I feel the fabric of my diaphragm shred apart

It’s wooly, dark broange paisley,

I watch you watch her watch you wishing you would just watch her

I was her

Indigestible

The tatters glob between my glabella

Fragments of my silver wolf stare,

Staring you down from across that john,

Calling on your invitation to intrusion,

Your security devices and neglected booby traps

A teenager with too much broken glass on his bedroom floor

You see inside my mind, a film reel I hide behind these wolf eyes

I tell her you’re a sentient dildo,

Knee your insides to the backside,

And scale the woman to the holy ground

That magnifies disgrace.

I Find the place of the infinite where shredding only means perceived particulates

When at we are part of an organismic unit.

I watch you watch her watch you wishing you would just watch her

I was her

But instead, I am

The tear of melted cigerettes

Clinging to granulated cement

From the constricted tube you pull your insides through

My grief is bound and gagged

Pushed into wall paper maps in your beach house

Where you take my lost friends on vacation,

Spattering me at your mercy.

Regurgitating ideas of hatred

I remember fondness in a black and white motif,

A sentimental artifact I wish I didn’t dream of

smashing to your windpipe.

Cruel bastards the act I pray I don’t think

Vandalizing my affections

My exorcism of your discomfort

That stuffs my chest for the thanksgiving turkey.

Ripping your tack plaid buttons down your adolescent chest

Where you can see me, the tattered clothes line

Forgotten in the storm

And hear the fuzzy interception

When I call into the radio with a special request

admit you’re touchless automatic,

trespassing through backyards

the fastest route to nowhere

stick shift, a calm voice, a prayer from my insides to yours

shouting upstream
I'm stuck at a green light