Bleach Baths and Bath Salts

In a city of yellow ash

you watch yourself

Wipe away the dead skin cells of cock sucking widows

With your mechanical bleach hand and second skin of grey apron.

Other people’s grime slotted like fruity coins

into your youthful wrinkles

folded into your skin by the cruel hands of iniqutiy 

Wine stained hands conceal lips gorged on secrets and semen

Spitting out venom on the devils forked tongue piercing the somber corners of every strangers life to find a rare piece of info tartare.

The snake pit of wealth that forces you under the dusty cupboards of the past

scratching your eyes into ignorance with blinding power

dragging drips of bloody silence over your Beta-Minus mouth

Bleach baths and Bath salts

cleanliness is next to godliness 

Medicate or desecrate

Survive or live

Live or die

In vino veratcas scrawled on the hand of work free hands that conceal perfect plum secretive lips, trained in the art of bullshit Your thoughts of yellow bricking the path for coked up feet leaving you stranded in a flood praying that a holy ark should save you before the water fucks your spirit and leaves it violated with only the comfort of approaching death to keep your thoughts above shore Skin stretched like drums across a yellowing stomach that screams for death, your suddenly washed away onto a row boat with a soft hand And a deep breath Cleansed and distant, a yellow sun glistens down