shady side of the moon

In the land of the blind the one eyed man
meets a girl with short hair & clever fingers
at a bus stop on the way to a concert, &
she teaches him to play the guitar --

they break up later when the band breaks up
but they’re still good friends, & sometimes
he calls from the palace just to ask if she
wants to walk the coast with him again, &

listen to the
ocean breathing.

i wanna know what the poison tastes like

when it drips from thoughtless tongues

to hiss and burn at other’s skin, other skins —

i wanna know the taste of the words as they curdle

& ferment in the mouth, taste like rubber & white-out

all chemical & ground up erasers

to bubble forth & paint the world synthetic sterile

white —

i wanna know the taste so i can choke it back,

not to spit aside but swallow, drink & let it burn

to the core of me till my heart pumps poison,

till my veins burn with knowledge —

till the fire shines in my eyes and flashes out

to scorch holes in the false blankness & sameness

till i can meet the eyes

of people who don’t exist,

because,

it’s all the same blood & all the same poison

distilled in thoughtless skulls

behind eyes that will not see

delivered in tiny doses, pinpricks,

dripping from between numb lips &

pouring from selfish pens

coating every surface, saturating thought & word —

it deadens the nerves & seeps into the soul & worst

worst of all it reaches deep

deep into the dark corners

& finds primal & selfish & slimey

something that really believes

you should stop existing, because

you are making me

uncomfortable.