I want to spit the
Unforgiving truth across your unsaved face
Slap your mouth with my sharpened tongue
Fatten and split your lip
In front of the empty fridge
Where you picked apart my imperfections
Just before the exam
When I’d barely yet begun to be
You hated hated hated me
Hungry for the elucide thing
Poisoned gurus call
Self transcendence
Actualized posturing is the arrogance of wasted privilege
And anything else is a quiet lie
In wait for our ship to come
Screaming as opposed to asleep
Nightmares shake
Within the intricate folds of
The promised land
Just beyond a shallow grave
You must be fucking kid in me
So tenderly discarded
Under bloody blankets waked
That silent body
Hidden between the sheets
Of snow
With no soul inside
I want to spit the unforgiving
Truth will out
And BE
~
Such is life.
For Michelle, my wizard sister.
Also, I’d like to give Matthew 23 a standing ovation. If you’re content to simply be yourself, your life will count for plenty.