precious pricksA Poem by Nobody.
precious pricks
(I)
I
am giving away my soul one delicious syllable at a time.
take
a bite. you'll gain some of my powers.
jump
in! the fire is delightful.
we'll
burn together like a real family
with
an alcoholic ghost-dad,
a
verbally abusive mother-beast
and
a dead vacuum cleaner salesman decaying slowly in the trunk of an old rusty hotrod dream that sleeps in a lovely nook in the trees where dishonored roses go to commit suicide. (II) and,
sometimes,
by
the light of the bong,
I’ll
sit thoughtfully,
watch
wounds become scars,
and
wish we weren’t
so
damn normal.
(III) each precious prick is another starlight stitch in this masterfully embroidered paradise
(IV)
wanna come into my room and watch me bleed a symphony? I'm the best at it!
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