Martyrology
That’s a lot of police
I coughed an animal out
Couldn’t see shit, so I
Held my breath and walked
All the way to lost-and-shocked
I’m all red
Heavy in the lungs
I peeled right over
Doubled on the pavement
Twist my shoulder
Gasp hung
My tomb stung
Re-run
Took a little milk into my eyeball
Suddenly the wound hung back
I tried to make some sense
In my defense
But nothing convincing
That’s a lot of blood
I choked the joke and spit
Vomited a bomb now I’m
Tryin’ to get it off my lip
Drop it in the bag and skip
I can’t talk
River in a rock
Don’t scoop my cup
Taste muddy in a whirlwind
Spiraled up
It’s how close?
I half-know
It seems low
Cities on the crush
All vacuumed out
Face body in the blush
Don’t touch that cloud
It’s sad luck
We’re screwed shut
And can’t not know now
That’s a lot of questions
I don’t guess what. I’m done
Hooded with a bag and wire
Searching with my tongue
Tortured for information
Got none
Pyramid of men
Float through that wall
There’s urine on the concrete floor
We’re all-important
All hell-bent
Spray paint
Everybody’s name on one big building
Mirrors on the floor read backwards ceiling
Hide out
It’s white out
Even at nightfall