Cold Cancer

Your cold cancer

gets bigger

Your wet life

so slow to dry

wringing, wiggling

Making half assed decisions

that wont stick

cause you don't adhere

Please steer clear

you have something to fear

make sure you hear

Not receiving

from laborious adventure

enough to eat

or money to

I perceive my retreat

stopped eating meat

set between hot sheets

blood on the streets

Willey with deceit

Low laughter

growing in one direction

which is up

into an increase in volume

and so the decibel's have it

my drums are eventually shook

But I still deny

that corrosive cackle

for it doesn't feed me

and lay me down

nor does it pat my back

or kiss my lips

It only does this

which is laugh

manically.

1997