Insecticide

1.

Wallowing in darkness, creeping out the mind;

gnawing to the liver; the stomach goes round and round.

Butterflies on shoulders; insects crawling the brain –

I want to scratch the itch, cant reach it, lost my golden frame…

2.

Snakes ate up my guts, some moths hatched up the spine:

so deep and full of shit – I could raise to make a farm.

So kinky to my bosom, so poisoned from my lips -

Who will call for shotgun; I will ask for dibs…

3.

Reaching for the gallows; screeching to the wind;

sawdust as my marrow, the arrows in my throat.

Wrist beating like a crooked watch – putting up the test.

Who knows what brings the future – just shovel up the rest!

4.

Besiege me, oh darkness, make your towers high;

I got the sprayer ready, lets rumble through the roof.

To smirk the lasting snicker, farewell the last goodbye.

The colors oozing from the face and hair leaving fragrance; dye.