Open Wide, Baby

I

the ink is he lifeblood of

a larger body larger

than my tiny days and

tickly thoughts and doubt-ridden

love affairs, a monster and a God I

offer dreams as sacrifice

purple sweaty nights I

mix the blue and the red

write bruises and sunsets

with blood and in compose

true fictions and dishonest

memories from real wounds

and painted moments

peel back the flesh

words are all there is

shards of broken hieroglyph

warm with blood a heart

that is only muscle and

the ghost  of a

truncated

rythm

open

wide

II

What you thought was a mansion is just a tent made

of gauze the walls disintegrate between your

fingers ripped through with holes let in

rain dirt and colours the loss of innocence is the

loss of extremems the birth of inifinite remixes infinite questions

all of which are blasphemous impolite or irrelevant you

scream with your mouth closed speak with mough full

of crunchy paradoxes the music is chaos you are

the drum forever punctured dented and hollowed you are

Buckley's broken Hallelujah sung off-key  to an accompaniment

of bedsprings and fistfights the rhythm cuts a gaping

wound infected with allt he raw beauty and ugliness of a wide open world

III

open wide

baby

good food don't always

go down  smooth

courage never tastes

like chicken

wide.

open wide.

open wide...