narcotissistic

I cut along the length of my brain's

Dirty, matted underbelly

Splitting open the thinning flesh

Lift it with the fingers I will

Sink into its center

Bound to my chair

I will speak in riddles

Which are soluble in what?

Or questions that mislead the answers

To thinking they have anything to do

With what I just said

With gargling and choking sounds

It cries wolf

But the wolves would rather starve

A Pock o' Lips

Earth drowned in her blood
Wombed inside out
Groomed with a leper's hand
Combing in the coins from the stone
Face of a dead bitch
I ate your young
They lived long enough to see my stomach
Which growled and the Earth
She cleared her throat
Dead
What is "dead"?
She threw all of those children
Wrapped in each other's limbs
Like trees of widowed love into the sky
Which died
It fell, it falls
It punches holes in the dirt
Everything, and I mean everything
Is coated and sopping up
While all of the babies
Tarred and feathered
Throw their Binkies on the floor
And cry