I’m Coming Clean
Wednesday, May 17th, 2006The worms ate up the dead in me.
They left all the good tissues plain and free,
Free from contamination
An escape from the addiction.
Circling vultures gathered around
As they smell my flesh blending with the ground
I’m sorry to say,
I’ll be crawling up my way
Through thorns and thickets,
The dark river snakes through, the fog blankets.
Waiting to see the light of the sun
Cyanotic,to you , I will run
Barefooted, tongue-tied
Believe me, though I lied
Set it off unto me.
I will emerge beautifully…
