Archives for September 2012

the belly of the beast turns over.
hunger gnaws from the inside.

like a growing fetus with sharp
clawing maws.

it will feed on the insides.
the blood and guts
and the sinew and marrow.

from this abortion comes
forth a monster.
a monster from this beast’s belly.

and inside the mind it buries
itself like a burr.
a scratching, scraping burr.
a spur on the backside of
shit kickers.

but i am full.
well fed.
a large meal of turds
in belly bled.

and yet this monster.
the monster from the beast’s belly.
will not stay satiated.

it eats me too.
from the inside out.

a hollow man.
i walk on broken sticks.
the white of my heel.
the bone grinding to meal.

the gritting of teeth.
to hide the nattering beneath.

black art of despair.
well practiced over the miles.
this hill long and steep.

whisper in my ear.
tell me what they want to hear.
my muse don’t be dumb.