A martyr's flick
Cold, killed away at
Smells beating in my ears mixed
mangled to a tear.
Roses spit and spurn fiery mages
thrust open the doors enchant the hearts
repulse me with pure white tissue wrapped
in a garland
over a gravestone and concrete floor. What
no what embellishments dig the dead. They're
dead, gone out of the head. There's better
ways to throw your sympathy.
No, don't give it to me. I'm not a
charity case, neither is she.
I'm picking at this glass though, while the ice
glitters and shines pearls to the eyes.
Life- no death- no life… stop your snivelling.
So they split, big deal get on with it.
See, even if the moon came crashing down
on you and became WWIII, you still wouldn't
see. I'm confused- he burned himself- for me.
Why? Don't ask me. I couldn't no wouldn't
even if I knew.
Took long enough to come; wretched it all
up. Stomach's still hurting and I'm still
waiting and waiting and waiting for that
apology. Not from you, no, not from you.
She has enough shit wrapped up in a
mattress, writing notes on book covers.
Her mom doesn't lover her, no she don't.
She's tried to please. This ain't no
teenage drama flick, no this ice cream's
tainted. So paint it over. Move to a
I like the pink better than the blue- or
was that you? It's going round bouncing
like a ball fractured and bruised with
enough air to cruise. Don't forget
choose or lose or muse.
But seriously, this is my cue. What was
he thinking? Where was his head?
boxed up, too late, so long. My fault.
Condemn them all you want, the
clock will still fall writhing inside
Your mouth. I wish I had a pet.
Selfish? me? Self righteous maybe.
So I stalk out onto the road strapped
hands to the back. Mouth sneezing out
these words. Burn. die. Go back to
your own. I smile and nod and
laugh along. Flick the switch.