uncle corpse is my idol

With the window through light shadows,
Lies an eternal darkness in the cupboard.
Tempered by the strobes within the cosmos,
Your words make me want to dance in the rain.
Paths on windshields, joining, creating,
Surge the high right to the edge,
We all fall down our shadows remain,
They fade only through the impaired ability to build and live.
Holding on to a time before it was a contest for who could hold a gaze the longest,
Or who could gaze in a general direction or grace my sheets.
I haven't slept in a lifetime, forgot what food feels like, sustenance reduced to a trickle of infinity.
Cigarettes need mouths to feed!
Filter out the toxins within my being,
Rip my bleeding brain from its ruptured myelin sheath,
Remains, heartbeat, steady, increasing,
Reduce me to nothing with the mere whisper of your touch,
Whose turn is it anyway?
I want to run my hair through your fingers and come away trembling with truth.
The liquid voice of judgement leaked static,
Through the veins of my existence.
I want to win so badly it hurts!
My nipples will perk up at the sight of fifty simoleans.
For 48.50 I will gnaw your areolas to shredded shadows of what they once were.
My time has come.


** An Exquisite Corpse collaboration Winter 2011 by:

An Incandescent Firefly, Jack Freedman, John Clinton, Keri English, Lauren Marie, Thomas Fucaloro