Selections by the slaughter house slasher: i picked you from a photo lineup you picked me as victim x

Must i show restraint
pop and crack as record needles bounce
for my feelings are vulgar vices

indecent

what does that make me
have i hidden garbage for the greater good
hidden myself

will winding hills and woods wait  where hearts once stood
to be explored
or bulldozed by the time i get back

slip into a thousand vintage dresses from online stores
contaminate the air i breathe
contenders standing all around me pause

i think of you

i'll be the one to steal your memories through the makers might
not your light of lime
tap if you can hear me
this looking glass broken in time

baste me like a turkey
wait for timers red to burst from juicy flesh