Crime and Animals

Crime and Animals

My resolution
To stay clean?
Fucked! like a whore
After 8 months
Off the streets,
Then right back
To her pimp.
And into the arms
Of some random man.
And [I want you,
The reader, to pause
-Right here–
Inhale deeply
As if you were about to drop
An atomic bomb on a village
Of smiling school children
And make that sound
You make when deeply thinking.]
I’ve been thinking
Self destruct sequences
In the codec of my brain,
My soul, my very being
Bursting like a cantaloupe
Dropped from a skyscraper.
The concrete welcomes
Another impressionable youth
Driven mad by his own markup
Language: that wrote him that way:
Backwards, inverted—
Like developed film negatives.

And then,
2AM hits
Delirious fever
Fits of madness—
I’ve been running
All this time
On an empty tank.
Consciously, I dropped
Like a poached deer
Drowning in its own blood
Because I’ve grown
Weak wings—
And cannot fly away.
Someday, someday.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.