Pain Refrain #4

Pain Refrain #4

 

Bodies whirl like wet socks in spin-cycle pandemonium.

Strobe light sweat trickles inked skin,

boot-stomp the floorboards:

steal the wild Zen.

 

We can’t win; we’re all too tied up,

dried up, pickled and jarred.

Hardening mud on bamboo poles

whose tubular souls

roll like the dog-beat waves

into highways and graves.

 

Floodwaters rise;

concerned eyes drop.

The music never stops;

just rests in quarters and eighths:

 

This ancient drug I sell to ease the rerun hell

of being We Few,

seeing destruction renewed

daily.

 

Homeward breadcrumb trail

has become rock-stale,

and  carved into nails

for our mass crucifixions,

masochist addictions,

affliction parade to madness.

 

Hey sexy sadness,

I’ll throw you some candy

if you lift that T-shirt

and show me your opium heart.

 

Unstart the procession!

Unloose the bold streamers!

The stage has crumbled and tumbled

into the pit.

 

I quit!

 

Tell the small world my big voice

has crawled back down my sore throat

to die

with the rest of the rebel casualties.

 

Death is turning in my belly.

His rest is not peaceful.

 

I'm shrinking.

I don't know what comes next.

Author's Note

bitten by a necrotic thought....dying to myself...
my new life sounds like your same old shit...
sorry I broke your spirit
send me the bill for the damages.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

you're not going to quit...whatever size world you walk in you will be great...you don't have the quit gene...anyway, the real quitting isn't near what quitting looks like

[Kenneth The Poet]

I was damaged enough already, like the American Debt that can never be repaid. You kick me in the mental nuts (aka the pineal gland) every time you write.

Nice work altogether.

[Robin]

what a finale .. oncore ( make something up )