2.23.2010

voices

the voices
creep over static
riding airwaves
to your brain-
systematic

the whispers
slip thru the windows
sliding sideways
down the drain-
diminuendo

ink the tincture
thru your skin
pools of sassafras and gin
in the shallow puncture wounds
fell the elevated fear of doom
deep within...

darkened smiles
obscured by pain
twisting into wraiths of flame
like blurs of liquid novocaine
they wrap tightly
'round your brain
burning
branding
laying claim
parasitically ingrained...