Words by Oak Morse
You say you rock razor blade shades,
strut under stadium lights. Like you’re
secure. Pop a bottle of exoneration,
free yourself of the punk & pussy childhood
foes pinned on you because they were
childhood foes. Wheel out your intestines
& strangle the remembering. Begin
the unbecoming, purge the painful &
coat yourself in bravery. Walk through
a wasp wonderland wearing only this code.
Glutton your mouth with gold nuggets,
your words audacious, strike back. You
crack open like a coconut & leak
blood & leave the teary lad behind the one
with scary fist & vague aura. Today,
you smear armor oil across your chest
& let the dirty memories muster you.
Let a pistol bloom under your tongue.
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