Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A Thank Note For Community Service

forgotten the power of the rulers

dirty.
filthy, tooth.
you have not washed.
you have been neglected.
from a toothbrush.
under you the gum recedes.
swollen gums pyorrhea.
comes off.
falls to pieces the mouth.
the jaw drops, dislocates the one hand,
with a thud, then backs off.
remains to look in the mirror while you hanging crooked eye.
is cloaked in the face of horror throughout.
ear drops, like rain
hair, shreds of dried skin.
as blizzard fray the skin. dries down.
guts.
the liver falls to the ground with muffled sound of wet slap.
the guts to follow.
his bony fingers, withdrawn, worn on the body to key to disbelief, take away
mashes chewed meat rotted.
life sucks!
the life of this dummy, the Flesh,
who chose to self-pity until terminated.
self-condemned to death,
not live, and let him fuck the body, while the brain
liquefied eaves on the sides of the legs, as
pee pee thoughts.
Only if you try to talk, you
breaks the esophagus,
disgusting word.
the word in error and that now remains,
cacarla for later.
the tooth decay to the ground, crumbles, mash
becomes yellowish and melts on the floor, while the body
jelly breaks.
and stay a patch.

sloth ... liars, apathetic, helpless deceivers.
of you will remain only a patch.

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