MY COCK IS ON FIRE AND I LOVE IT.

Crucifixion fixation

Soldier twigs fragments leg stump periods of awkwardness finger amputations hair dryer warm water the responsibility of constipation harelip hospitality the shelves in the closet sleeping pills yes sleeping pills lipstick steering wheels slotted spoons neurosis psychosis gnosis serpent diarrhea narcoleptic dance partners random numbers basic body modifications paper trail small bills please throat cancer patriotism the subjective nature of evil the lazy suicides the industrial strength voodoo spells the turnover rates of plane crash survivors the seagulls the notebook full of ransom letters the ted bundys of the world the worried moments in between phonecalls post mortem blind dates the broken alarm clock menstrual cycles the old brown kitchen knives with the rounded-off points the last chance I'll ever have to eliminate this humming noise in my skull the echo chamber the piano recitals the infirmary rules the overflowing bedpan the mumbled conversations the forgotten memories the trials and tribulations of fashionable diseases am I thinking sleeping or dead?

SECOND VERSE SAME AS THE FIRST: EATING ASS IN A FEDERAL PRISON SOMEWHERE IN THE DEEP SOUTH.

Cold sores I pick at On the kitchen floor The kids are all sleeping Their mother’s a whore There’s never a moment When all this seems real Just another diseased gumline Chewing on cancer Some folks believe in the power of god Well I’ll tell ya Round here we believe in the Almighty Virus And its pimples and predicaments A holier vestment just Couldn’t be worn.

Straight down fire lines and Pinched at the wrists We heat up the furnace and Check off the list The fire is ready So let’s feed the flame Incinerate the lepers So we’ll know who to blame Burning cloud of vision Heat radiates And unfocuses the eyes

URINARY TRACT INFECTION

please pee on me

GO BACK HOME

time to start over

BUY SHIT IN MAYONNAISE JARS

Or just your own copy of ENEMY OF THE BODY