Poison Lament

By M. Jay Mansfield

I can't feel my face...
pop another pill...
take another swig..
ahhh yeah..
now that's nice...
smooth...
cold as ice...
piranha...
moving up the street...
snail crawling across your feet..
smell...
mmmm...
the rosary beads are burning...
the salmon cakes are turning..
feel my flesh it burns...
smell...
the heat...
smell...
smell the heat..
here I come again...
coming from the shadows...
coming home for you!...
In the darkened hallway...
sliding down your stairrail...
looking in your eyes so cold...
can you feel my heat....
can you see the dead man's stare....
can you hear me moan your name....
another drunk parasite....
with no one left to blame....
death creeping in...
lively quick and stepping...
dancing in the rainbows sparks...
grinning in your mirror...
he's so into you....
Freaky psycho boy...
drunk with all your pleasures...
living through your veins...
breathing in your cashmere...
living in the sands....
caught amongst your time....
just another dead beat..
taking up your space, your mind...
don't you want me near you???
so close that you can hear me breathe....
smell the burning tonic...
slicing thru the space between your ears.....
ingest....
regress...
digest......
invest....
take me in....
take me in....
take .........
me....
in.....