feed the beast
chained outside but
not too far from the front door-
of your insides, baby
no surcease
to its clawing and yawning-
it only wants some more, honey…
no harm, shameless-
but we were hungry for
something!
Feed us until we are full!
it wants to consume to
be consumed, to eat the
mass of you, alive
yawning mouth of fire and ice
blood and guts and
disregard.
if we don't help it
it will cry out and writhe-
you think It cares if
the feeding is hard?
feed the filthy animal
twisted and demonic
there on the inside of
your own mind..
lies and theives and
"just don't cares"
oh self pity apathy
takes you unawares
dragging your hand back
locked and tied in chains
find yourself
yet again
down to the pawn shop
or passed out drooling on
the floor-
ruddy skin and purple grapes
domestic violence,
vehicular homicide and
rampant date rapes-
hatred for the grudge
towards all of life
neighboring your brain
It devours you
just don't look up or watch
the blood running down
your chin
walking like corpses
deaf dumb and blind
rivulets of invisible blood
traces of tears
spurt and trail out of your mouth
and make tracks of the tears
dont' watch now as
the perfidy spills out
of your mouth
down your face
as the body
has a malaise and this
unnamed ache
question nothing!
oh but when you are
good and ready,
ponder something-
soldering irons are made
to break chains
until then remain alive and
insensate as you
sell off diginity morality
intergirty and all you ever
had or wokred for
one by one to the sound of
shattering glass or
clinking clanking money
may well just be the
crack of a gun.
the gutteral rumble of
vomiting, spitting
hiss and a crackle of
wavering flame in fire
snick and a spurt of
hypodermic needle
(feed me, feed us)
snap and a pull, musical
oddball arpeggio of
a rubber, snap,
unroll it
after twenty minutes
and see
the waste of a
skinned cock-
satiate me
spent issue,
disgusting but
don't think
no need to
stop to contemplate
to think-
"we're all adults
we're having a
good time
aren't we?"
fill me up while
you steal something from
me while you take something
from your mother and
disrespect your neighbors
tinkle and jangle of
eight pills
not in a bottle, in
your hands or in
a glass jar
snickety snack says the
razorblade on your mirror
yet again
Goddamn!
glug glug splash said the
liquid in your glass as the
ice cubes
clang and jang
walking dead
talking nonsense
i'm sure we were all told
zombies don't have any
feelings, sweetie
drag another demon down
chop off its head viscuous and
bloody only to
see it grow four more heads
a hydra-
desperate to squash or
seethe a sensation
feed the beast
ruins you
crying and sorry
weak and despairing
soldering irons and
therapist's offices
inept psychiatrists and
incompetant doctors
dime store hoodlums and
pusher thugs
liqour stores and broken mirrors
can't anyone
stop to
penetrate the hearts of
corpses spitting up toxuc bile
maybe not tomorrow but
just for a while
feed the beast then
wake up
and cease
~fin~
<3 u,
M
