Tease into me the darkness
You are a strange alumnus to pain
You wake to face the telly
and rest to end your games

Your games, your games, your racehorses
Dragged you off feet, skid your marks
Counting coins in your pocket
Can’t even afford to light your cigarette

Articulacy is a weapon of the witty
Prestidigitatio, sound of mind
Slips right off your fingers
Atrophic brain, blood from your spine

Drown your cognac with oxy

Escaped death once
Tease it thrice
Run from the room of white while saline
drips for your behind

Paint against illusion
Lost against Michaela and her slides
New-found freedom a joke
Photographed against you; screaming in front of idols

Scream! Roll over! Fall off lilactic beds
No resting on laurels; joke’s not over yet

Frost and shining – acid, grave
Locked in crystals afloat, suspent

Living adjacent, with walls and a corridor
in between doesn’t make you
active during construct
It’s easier, after all, to merge with a parade
that’s already taken off
and plant yourself within the success of others

You are a pretender
and like most pretenders, you’ll meet your downfall
Dressed in white, wings of four
hair of silk, barefeet, the chained one calls


She cursed you with a touch
a power to make everything you hold wither
but with it, a part of your face rots
Like leprosy of your own doing

Drown in here river

The death angel tried and tricked you
but you refuse to go down

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