impinge mass.

I just want to lay in a field of long grass and
roll over up the stalks stretching upwards pointing
down showing me I’ve been laying on top of a warm mass
of white pulsating goo laced with creamy red swirls the
blood pushing through it in hair veins feeding its bone growth
nails shredding my back
I’ll lay face down on top of the stalks risen
up to show my mutilated back filleted to the world my spine curling up
exposed the flesh is ripped and hangs in ribbons connecting me to that
mass on the ground exploiting me to awaken others’ senses and they get
up off the lone bench and come up the hill to see and sink into
the place I’ve created with my hands they spiral into a land
of the sharp metal bright shines show them on mirrored
surfaces that they are coated smiling satisfaction sanctified
in the white warm clumped sludge thinking they’ve
become assimilated in a part of me when only
they’ve just exemplified their gullibility
as they have just entered a trap of my making
and have done nothing
to better become me and
will not succumb to a mind collapsed and walled off inside bleeding open sores.

Author's Note

i saw this in my head.
[8.11.09]