Crawling

The dream I have is tasteful. It is what they would like.

I have been slain by the man I recalled, no.

I am piles on paths and pavements. Bleeding out.

They crush my wound to keep me all in. It goes.

I have gasped my chest out of shape, it has been delightful.

I sniff little names and splutter little French, the very last man,

He comes to sob over my lacerated corpse, my lace hair,

Now joking with blood and saddened sugar lumps now soft.

I have everything and nothing to say -- 

In death, I am as ever. I am wonderfully struck

By the indecision of my last-minute collision, I make it

With the ultraviolet greys and whites harvesting my veins.

I am their hostage, the demanding rape of the silver metal bars

My face pressed between them like a joyful child, 

That's what they think. I am grasping onto one or the other,

Another wedge between the You or I, when you were something I could see.

Finally, I am acquitted. The jury sees my thumbs yellowing like old fruit.

They see it, and let me go. I am on bail. I am free from my crime.

I see myself, and unwind from the greying curl of the something sky,

I unbreathe the wound, and relive the ordeal, clock-work franchise, I of pain.

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[Shekinah2015]

Tip: Consider deleting some of the periods you have in the middle of the lines. For example, the first stanza could be:

The dream I have is tasteful,
It is what they would like,
I have been slain by the man I recalled, no.
I am piles on paths and pavement - bleeding out
They crush my wound to keep me all in;
It goes

Good work, and God bless!

[Amorette Duvannes]

Thank you. I didn't consider shorter lines because I don't really want it to seem like a "Tumblr" poem and/or to break the trail of thought and make the poem much slower than it ought to be, which is where a lot of poems fail. This piece is supposed to be very fast and 'clumpy' because it comes from a place with a lot of fast and 'clumpy' feelings. Thank you for taking the time to give me advice, though. :)