In little sunrise of goblin eyes
I watch the coupling of the flies
Under waving trees and bumble bees
I strain to amputate my knees
With cockroach cutters made of mutton
My eyes gleam green as moss jade buttons
I will not wake from childish dreams –
I cannot bear to catch the screams
I cannot bear to catch the screams
Of bugs impacting on windshield screens
I shave my tab with turquoise sickle
From its stub the fishes trickle
My stunted fingers, piss-stained knuckles
Clogged with blood, start to buckle
Murdered turtles, mildew, moss
Dead pets in gardens – I’m the boss!
My smile is wide in seas of cider
Pull your teeth with geese and spiders
Cup these jaws in my hand
Make them jig in globs of sand
I write these words to pass the time
And stay alive – two shaves and shine
– And block out the sound of chickens’ wails
Defeathering them on beds of nails
Yeah
Contort yourself
Contort yourself
Contort yourself
Contort yourself
Contort yourself
Contort yourself
