Cocoons, & Ripping Myself Open

Maybe there's a prize inside.

those filthy parts of you
you keep out
of public veiw
I feel just the way you do
about the
heartless wreck I am &
all this s**t I'm going through.

ashamed at my amazement.

taming is the same as breaking.
it's risky
but worth the taking.

don't you see
all the crazy?
scribbled on my face
& this time the blame
is not a brain
blotted dodgy with
synthetic smile makers.

genetically mutated

color crayon child
molded by mistakes
gold eyed & awakened
unafraid, but folding,
otherwise
okay.

you & I
sure are something.

wild.

& its fine with me.
I like wild things.

violating the
virulent miscreant
blind with
narcissistic
misanthropy
tiring game

sick twisted

lovely terrific

I'll give it a home
& call it all my own.

tides of change
tied to chance
the water's choppy.
the roads is rocky.
every last candy a*s
happy avenue.
it wont stop me.
will it stop you?

black angora
silver umbilical cord
fast flippant forward
man
it's f*****g freezing!
I can't feel anything!

I hold tepid a fond memory

at sun-up
when we finally sleep
we can share this tedium
& not feel as boring.