Saturday, July 18, 2009
It’s in, it’s all encompassing,
You change, become a voodoo doll, a thing.
The body, oozing Owen’s ‘sick of sin’
rejects its cavern walls of devilled skin.
The skeleton caged in with bones so thin
shakes, shudders, spills gross shamed guts out from the in.
You burst into imploding rags and pins,
the thousand drug-dances of heroin.
and radiate and
i lost you. You are lost,