Stain Glassed

I am the ego shattering
Stain glassed
Pain splashed
Limited time broken rhyme
Popsicle stick building buster
System crusher
Refreshing fountain of soup skin residue
Caked
    In
       My
Eye sockets
Filled pockets of broken lockets
Blanket burner
Charmed inferno
Swallowing weeds and black grasses
Choking masses
Until they spit their cherry pits down the drain
And flush their brains of toilet back up
Grueling boring blasts of lukewarm emotional backdrops
Painted the night before to be presented
As a unique identity for people to gawk or shock or
Drown in ego squeezing sponges to release the dirt
We have washed behind our ears
Catching flies in cobweb mental processes
And wishing our past was real and changeable
Sands of sea of molten sky
And rockets rain down upon suburban wastelands
Abandoning earthlings
Submitting to diseased nationality
Vomit dribbling down chins
Of coughing cigar smoking splintered shins
Shredded cheese of powdered snowy religious sugar
Clinging like fat to our bodies and padding to our brains
As dry as a wasteland of an atheist’s death
Dripping sadness from hot and cold faucets
Of razorblade families smoking smother love carbon stained
Substance drained helicopter oil
Smog kisses of bigger and better bedtime stories
Ringing like sex moans and garbage truck drones
On the Sunday of childhood dreams
Staining sandboxes with bloody nose love
Finger crossed hatred
Blaming others for what we know is our own fault
our weakness programs glitches
spreading virus after plague after sick
domesticated jungle draped
factory floor
fixed
splinted broken arm
electronic human
monitoring systems
left unchecked
watched by pimples on sleeping dead faces
with open mouth silence
spreading butter on brains
burning black and white skin
to make grey poupon dressing
served on millionaire’s plates
at the all you can eat human sacrifice festival
for fundraisers set where the chairmen chase
their own stubbed ky jelly rubbed cocks
needing shots for greed
black hearted
black blood splattered bed sheet
burned cigarette
eyelids
blinking the world away as a cold freezer burn
as we wait for our turn in the line which stretches
from baby gaps
to
7/11
bank swine swilling in the tub
as you wash off your day and…
you’re lost until you realize that to find yourself
you must abandon
all of the materials and masks
that you currently use
as an identity
to cover your true self up!

May 2009