Served by the Slice

served by the slice  

this body, cut through in the redesign for a different life,

whistles a frayed remembrance leaving naught but remnants

when falling for the suicidal hiatus of a tethered tale

in these days, of the child’s exultation, sing your song

as a lyrical dog chases damsons and damsels and the first and

furriest flavour the dustiest corpse of trees; darkly, deeply,

but with equal measures of lullabied  bile

amongst the diseased shouts “a plague on this lazy writing”

I hear you soundly and catch the irons in chipped yet eager teeth

and in times of heavier precipitation will smelt another

crock of uneven scorn

I wont beat my head to watch the swarm of black stars

collapse upon themselves in easily practiced

spiteful pity nor follow that first blaze of fear that found

the time to disappear in a crowbursting storm

I will swallow these recovering dreams , not unlike a waking alcoholic,

but shall surrender to no dog no matter it’s hue

too many days my fists feel very chatty

with so much they'd like say to you

but I, like the pencil end eraser chewed up and worn past metal rim,

cut my gums to trim  the words that should be unspoken

until détente explodes in a dissolute distemper

and my congenital fury erupts anew at which

I choose to detonate, shake every word I read & write,

force the inquisition of some fevered worth

or at least free the world of my selfish weight

rage unleashed that 28 days walking cant assuage

the fist shattered clown on the royal blue wall

laughed once too often, not any more, his

splintered face erased in a freefall of stucco tears

and for what it’s worth I do feel better