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