These Old Bones
slow me down/
These Old Yellow Bones/
Don’t Give them to The Dog/
Don’t Give
These Old Yellow Bones
to The Dog eat Dog World
Out There/
Because The Brown Marrow of Wisdom
Will Be Swallowed/ Be SHATTTERED they Will/
Because The Brown Marrow of Wisdom
will Be Sucked/
Sucked Clean from Them/
Sucked Clean From These Old Bones/
These Old Yellow Bones
Slow Me Down/
I want a New Frame of Mind
for my Picture Perfect Wisdom/
a New FrameWork for my old decrepit skeleton wracked
with rusty ligaments in
the Ribcage around My Heart/
where Dragons of Lust are Ripping/
Dragons of Lust
Ripping at My Heart/Enclosed by
These Old Bones/These Old Yellow Bones/
These Old Yellow Bones
slow me down/
I’m Not Afraid to/
I’m Not Afraid
to shed My Skin/In bright Brainlight/
and Dance round in My Bones/
These Cold Bones/
These Cold Silver and Chrome/
These Cold Chrome and Silver Bones
speed me up/
Demons of Fuck
are Burning/ Demons of Fuck are
Burning Out my Brainlights
and I’ve got a New Framework for the Picture Perfect Wisdom
My Body has become/
cased in These Old Bones/
These Cold Chrome and Silver Bones/
These Cold Chrome
and Silver Bones
send me down/
send me down into the Junkyard
of Galactic Demons of Fuck/
are Burning/Demons of Fuck
are Burning Out My Brainlights
where The Stars in the Galactic Junkyard were/
In the Galactic Junkyard/ These Cold Bones Rust/
These Cold Chrome and SIlver Bones/
and I’ve got a New Framework
for the Art
in my Veins
spilling these words
so Painfully/
so Beautifully/
Infected I rise/
Infected by The Muse Virus
I rise/Rusty Ligaments Screeching
as I stare
Through Dark Horrible Eyes
At The Junkyard of Galactic Demons
of Fuck/
Fucking Useless Heaps and Scraps of Steel
as I laugh/and I laugh as I write this
because The Muse Virus is really working Overtime/
Over Time I write this
Art in My Veins spilling like black fire
from my Wrists where the Sharp Pen of Truth
has slashed/
as I write this /wincing in agony
at the Cold Metal Pincers
My Fingers
have become/
And Only You
And Only You with Regulated Love
too Conditional
for Acidic Shampoo/
(-O how I hate you-)
Only You/Dearest of the Dear
to My Heart
are The Dragon/ The True Dragons of Lust
Are my Eternal Family/
Dragons of Lust
that Go Ripping at These Bones/
These Bones of My Ribcage
These Old Yellow Bones/
(You knew that you HATED Me/
You ALWAYS KNEW
that YOU HATED Me/)
These Old Yellow Bones
slow me down
with Their Wisdom
and I wince as The Dragons of Lust
vomit Molten Steel on Me/
that Burn Out My Brainlights
when I remember/
and Then I Remember
how rich with Life and Wisdom
my Old Yellow Bones fermented
like Blood Wine
running like Art/running like Art through My Veins/spilling like Inked Black Fire
onto This Whiteness/This pure painful Whiteness/
Begging me to Rape its Purity/
with Ripped Open Rawness/Ripped Open Rawness
that Emotions
call Words/Emotions call Words
The Vaporous Mists of The Psyche
I call Memory/
Where I have Remembered
And then/When I remember/The Chilled Memory of my Old Bones/
These Old Yellow Bones/These Old Yellow Bones
send me down/slow me down/or
speed me up /I forget/
and I wince at The Cold Shining Steel
My Skeleton has become/
31 October 1988
Rockaway Quuens, NYC
I’m Not Afraid of The Dark #38
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