Wombstone

You were yourself while your flesh was nimble

but the brain has a way of stumbling into

corners and caverns

and red spattered patterns

till you

undo

Like a baby barely awake

eyes as empty as urinal cakes

i figured maybe, anyway

empty is our merriment

You were yourself in your skin womb shaking

knit in varicose veins your whole body was naked

collapsed on the slab we're

awaiting the hour

When

you undo

Like a baby barely awake

eyes as empty as urinal cakes

i figured maybe, anyway

empty is our merriment