Bloodsucker

but what do you want me to do?
in your mouth things always seem the worst...
poison, contempt, doom!

rivers of words that have arrowheads...
grenades, juxtapositions, disillusionment
are rattling in your hollow head.

your industrious mind creates the moment
of foolishness, drunkenness, mismatch!
so what is it you want me to do?

and words go on to cause injury.
words that fly from you to others:
knives, bullets, dragons or perjury!

everything very straight, very straight ahead
of your dry lips, almost dead...
leeches, black holes, hurricanes.


PAR