psychic incisors in well-heeled advisors
lawyers and sawyers alike under fires
sometimes we just have to hurt and, like, sit there
wise words from someone who knew
stirred up and sketched with my own subtle twistings
offering not much that’s new
absorb and reflect, always steal from the best
game is being well played
benign crimes broadly defined
quiet coming crashing in
wounds each in the services of rooms
got to get my life together; Seeing, meet Believing
blame the cat’s emphatic claws for reasons that I’m bleeding
she’s as soft and sweet as grandma’s homemade apple pies are
’til the cat scratch fever’s got me begging help from Pfizer
wouldn’t choose to be apart, as I don’t want to hurt her
she’ll be first, before me, still, ‘less I succumb to murder
could’ve had a ball if I’d have once tried to surprise Her
wishful thinking one-oh-one here — long past compromise, or…?
floppy and furry and full-up of spines
offer a soft appetizer for lunch
star-studded tongue licking way out of line
crack that old mystery based on a hunch
flesh is so filthy I’m starting to rot
one thousand mushrooms per cell of my skin
can’t this old horse do much more than just trot?
is it the same to give up as give in?
icicles sliding full
don’t ask for change
pocket’s got nothin’ but moths
(what a shame!)
some green, some grey
which will win out?
I can’t say
could guess, could pray
does it matter?
there’s no way
easy, whoa there,
welcome, new friends,
how’d you find me?
how’s it end?