[dead man]

YO

harder to talk to, even harder to crush
driven towards departure when the market is up
crawling amuck. table legs and ottoman dust
lunch was biscuit crumbles but it's hardly enough
after-meal banana peels so soft to the touch
it's this type of garbage that i've constantly lusted
can't separate mortality from thoughts of consumption
like it's difficult to tease a form apart from it's function
the art of destruction: groupthink defining conformity
lining up orderly outside the finest sorority
from the islands of Normandy to your alleys and yards
shelled cataract, behind the plaster cavernous walls
imagine it all - a sea of black enveloping surface
methods underhanded. purpose pure like 70 virgins
survive. thrive and multiply, develop resurgence
legged dots along the edge of the curtain. let us be certain
i was once a giant. patterned rubber and cloth
setting snares and guillotines no matter the cost
contemplative instinctual and scattered across
the carpet once the darkness dissolves, often we've lost
but victory's around the bend, i've seen it in dreams
weeks without a meal but never weak in the knees
i was once a giant, yet ka's a cyclic machine
i'll be a giant once again before i'm free.