I.
My bad grief was so dense, the bad winds were silent, the birds were bad silent, bad god couldn’t say a bad word II. He wanted to let me know how badly I failed my brother, how I didn’t even try to save him I screamed, “I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know” until my voice was so coarse I couldn’t speak, only bad breath and tears left my bad face, as I clawed now then down into the bad earth and knifed my bad head with a bad sharp spear I found at the tomb of my bad savage ancestor III. Im ready, please, take me to the next life; this one’s too bad, and I’m drowning, please, oh god, “ayudame” IV. Yes, sir, I know I’m not a leader or prophet or disciple or even a basically good person; I am a red failure, like you. |
I’ll have grey hair and brain cancer |
An angel told me to kill myself |
The seconds, or minutes, or hours
in between when I turn out the light and when I fall asleep are the best time of the day or night |
You. Take my picture, hang it on the wall, and burn the house down
It'll be sitting in a field of red roses with a black obelisk standing on an infinite horizon Yes, the individual isn't dead yet. |
I’ll give you hell with a ribbon, Hate with a grin wide as your flat ass big buck-tooth boy
I didn’t know anymore where heaven and hell were; she told me I’d had them confused for years
Introduced to America when I was a baby misguided paradise and torment had tricked me again |