4/8/19 1104pm
i saw a man bash his own skull in
with the beater board i whittled out of soap
and soak in all it’s lovely concussion
stop remembering anything well
he thought he might win
and as his blood burst through his skin
not caustic enough to survive
he laughed a jolly belly full of tacos
and beer caps
and preached of higher sin:
“behold these bones,
i am sultan coal,
deadly and drole,
dead in the eyes,
i hear your cries
and bellow out moans!”
he swung a tankard
as he gave his sermon
tottering forward
and backward again:
“drink mightily with flies
insects and hives,
you’ll look great all splotchy
you could be so naughty!”
and great columns of sulfur in air
it feels warmer
but hotter too
like i can taste the burning
my mouth turned to glue
“i’ve given you the gift
of sludge-tongue, young swift
now use it for good.
if you can’t talk at all,
do you really think you should?”