” An Introspect of Afterlife”
meat sagging behind skin
dangling from crumpled bone
yellow carved initials in the marrow
tomorrow will our graves be given name?
call it distasteful, disgraceful,
but I slide from one shade of broken to the next
through the salt and tongue and lie and gone
bruised fingers and cracked knuckles
penetrate, disintegrate
integration the definition of our sick nature
join the army of restless rebellion to find anything but your
peace of mind
leave that behind
blink your black eyes and spit through
your blood lies
let them sit upon our teeth for a change
we are nothing more than overgrown penitence
personalities decaying as our bodies sway to a rhythm
bound and busted
its not that uncomfortable, being dead
I’ve dug my grave a million times over
and have lied in the shameful dirt
as safely as I did in that house
or not at all
the flies at first become bothersome
but after a few centuries
you get over it