I coughed up a hand grenade

I demolish, acknowledged poets in royal carnage
astonished abolished flow with no sarcophagus
coughing kids cant match a stick an light a splint
with no fumes in the oxygen blowing up
am I using nothing less than helium

Ceilings bent on the spark of a block of flint
turn the decibels up and let it start to get defining
evident how I disperse the harmonic rinse
it minced into each one bar of your cage o ribs
definably definite...

I designed the pence rewrote the tense
so I can sign the pens of heads with lead
to silenced them in acronym
stole the sense of many men to twist their necks
and sharpen them

rubbing out on wasted ink making paper planes
forming static bonds that make them levitate
bombarding you with painful rays using nothing but a thin strip of cellophane sophisticated deranged affects
your brain delay feels like your getting beat to death with
the explosive force of a hand-grenade

*Cough**cough!