Wednesday, March 18, 2009

fat toe tales

Tarantula hands find their way up my spine
Tickling my nerve endings with smite
Tender trauma is telling of treacherous tendencies

I cut loose collective condemnation
With eye poking retribution
I regenerate amputated limbs
…and find the sad tale of self mutilation is the only true condition of my identity

1 comment:

minotaure said...

turn your shit into gold.