Archive for October 21st, 2007

carved up

Sunday, 21 October 2007

that’s what it feels like
trapped in a job you hate
a life you hate
cleaned, prepared, carved up.

you understand how people snap; can shoot barrelsful of humans before cops arrive,
understand cracks shooting across giant sheets of mind from
the red elephant
dropped.

barely controlling hatred, rage, shame, humiliation
at being carved alive, raised beaten as a slave
by slaves
to be nobody until you buy a ticket
put down payment on some pre-fab dignity or else
fear the streets, fear noise, fear boots on concrete, fear fish hooks in smiles.

you’re a soft-boiled egg in the slicer
meat on the machine to be
carved up.

it’s my lucky day
to die my way
out of shame.