Lay the bastard down!

Strip!

Strip away!

Strip all away!

 

Tell us!

Tell us!

Tell us, you dumb cunt!

 

Drip, drip, drip!

On forehead.

Drip for hours,

lurching to hours.

 

Tied down.

Tied up.

Thoughts of life and death.

 

Drip, drip, drip!

 

The white light theatre

of the plain dull room.

 

Tell us!

Tell us!

The truth is there.

 

Give us!

Give us,

for we are agents

that lay shadows bare.

 

There is no bruise

that can be seen.

The tongue is mightier

than the sword, you see.

 

Drip, Drip, drip!

 

Confusion hath done

his masterpiece

in the cold light

of a hidden dawn.

 

Drip, drip, drip!

 

Confession is good

for the soul.

 

3/6/2017