Man I wish I was never born
my muse hanging from a stick
noose around her neck
and the puppetmaster laughing
as he rocks his old-fashioned scale to and fro
The puppets jump and dance with
the displaced weight.
Man I wish I was never born
gravity compress my spine
squeeze my soul into a ball of fire
and I piss your flame,
O Devil,
O snake, the wisest of all
I step on your tail
and you hug me
suffocate and relieve me of explosive spring-spine
Catapult out of my skin...
Now I'm wrapped-trapped in spiraloid
snake-hug.
My muse hanging from a stick
Noose around her neck
Black hair reflecting moonlight
She never looked so pretty.
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