vivisepulture

throw your handful of dust on my belly and turn away
add to this pile that grows too slow, that thickens hair and sticks to teeth
for I have to keep smiling in this ground without sound
and a view of wasted moonbeams

choices are vindictive and I've pissed off a few
but you may be the brightest I will lose
there is nothing left to decide only compromise and cellophane dares
I don't think I can stomach any more of my own hair.

the cookie stain on my wax paper palette
sweet and crumbling like the vision of the desert and emerald pools
rip it to shreds and put it to bed
a pile of leaves would make a better pillow for this dead cerebellum.

I can't make a move without co creator and captor
his direction leaves my stars never seen, hiding beneath diseased palm trees
why must he dig me up every spring
and scour me with salt and promises?

so be the last, come in haste and do it out of sight
cover my face, rape my imagination for perverse delight.
make it painful and last three nights
then plan to plant daisies
mark the date.