Sometimes a tornado of words forms in my brain and they fly out one at a time and stick to the page.
These words did that today. I feel like I channeled someone. Weird.
Anyway, here’s this:
repeating the gyrations of a twilight baker
caught up in carbonite like water
drowning in air with a trickle running down your thigh
did you piss yourself? perhaps you did
would you know?
would you care?
beached whales take up residence
between you and the sea
rotting and stinking for the lost loves upon which they lie
vultures refuse the carrion
even as they salivate for you
with your golden belief in your own outmoded preciousness
truculence, arrogance, violence, you jumped the fence
now it’s time for recompense
step into your old life
and give up that thing that killed you
Or it will kill you
until it kills you.