Vicious Victorious

On Dani Compose

I can’t remember being seven
Remember someone else being seven
All of a sudden, a hurricane, big branches, torn tires
Forest fires, a man on stilts suspended by four wires

This kid tried to get me and break me down
Just a little devil all messy, making sounds
He pounded me with fists that were caked in crowns
From the inside out, out my eyes then down

I tangled with him once in the belly of a whale
And a spaceship, bind like jelly and a snail
I picked up the phone and I put my palm to it
Made my body like a tunnel so’s I could put a bomb through it

I used someone else’s memories to load a gun
Pointed it at the kid and blowed out his tongue
He came back like a cat just the following day
All hope drained out fast; I’m hollowing clay

The past and more past keep exploding
I hate this kid and I know he knows it
He’s all on my back and he’s so ferocious
My brain can’t beat him and his ghostish motions

All good children come from the ocean
The ferocious come from the subways, mostly
Sure he felt wet but he smelled like brick
Waited till I fucked up just to give me shit

He lived by the stories of gods and devils
I lived by the laws of science and the sick
Good boy making progress with nefarious devices
He did the good with the bad, or so he was tricked

He’s dead, I said it, I’ll say it again
He’s dead, vendetta, never clean again
He’s dead, insignias of perverts on his hands
He’s dead, he took our words and played with them, man