Blood & Song
my demons ambushed my angel
threw a blanket over it
& slashed it w/box cutters
the demons retreated
when my angel, deeply gashed,
began to sing
like a hemorrhaging violin
Be Careful What You Fuck Up
you can fuck up yr demons
you can crush the cherries of 1,000 cigarettes
out in their fucking eyes
you can pull on yr boots & kick their fangs out
you can throw a black sack over each & everyone of them
& lug them to yr trunk & dump them in the bay
but you'll be mutilating yrself
you'll be drowning yrself
yr demons are the skin of yr temples
Better Than Bone
rip yr spine out
twist yr skull off
fill yr head
w/a beautiful
weightlessness
let Nothingness
support you wherever
you walk
Black Dog
the raccoon
bargained for its life
w/terrible screams
but those jaws
remained callous
as the gods
