The sun quickens, the thin blood leaves me. How much is there?
Pick the loose fingers up, pulled out of my baking meat like
carrots from the earth.
See the red-blooded American. See the American soak in it.
Now the warm sharks are swimming away.
The goddamns are screaming out of my head.
Everything is splitting, stumbling towards the fantastic.
This is death and it is happening to me.
“Oh my darling…oh my
Now I’m watching it happen, from the outside.
I can feel it rising in me.
The steel doors are slamming and now Hell exists.
The fire is in my mouth.
I’m picking up the burning pieces of High-School proms as
they smoke and disappear.
“Oh my darling
Clementine…you were lost and gone forever…”
The back of my head opens and I taste the freedom.