I’m full of horror! you should calm me down!
The gold-in-black is not a lost book found!
Red-marker passage on the saint-haunt song book:
“Don’t mix the bad blood with the good blood!”

Possessed and settled on a price less lost
No porous borders where the wire-skulls crossed
rake out the pattern with a broke-branch whip
we let the lines drop where the branch dipped

The war is over: Duty arms string down
Pool out the trophy hats, and bite gold crowns
Shake out the carpet when the scalps go rot
I pulled the knot tight and got my hair caught

I’m rollin’ over with my tongue flared out
To shake the stubble off my talk-sick mouth
Scratch-off love; you let your legs lay fat
I took a hot bath after the blood bath

I’m out of glory; could you smoke me out?
Deep-coma pass-out on your slashed-up couch
Woke up with ketchup on my pants and face!
Who brought the bad blood? I want some good blood.

I’m full of horror; you should mind your own
my camouflage is white as bone!
my color memory is a western rust
it sees a deathwish behind the bloodlust