sand me down to something new

break this old snakeskin

ive been wearing

since my first cigarette

and tar dripped down my teeth

a welcome mat spitting asbestos

a samurai wielding a glass katana

all my force gritting frigid

and growing brittle

i peeled my fingernails off

cause i was hungry

for something to shut me up

for that distraction that forgets you

i licked dried HIV from the street

spilt by tweaking abortion

fingerless prostitutes

kissing me and my dick

emptying my wallet

taking what could have been charity

and drinking it down

viscous like murmuring galaxies

and as milky as from the cow

and globular

the missing teeth

and ice eyes

don't worry me

the contortions

the almost anorexia

her ribcage under my hands

holding the warm bread of her

is something i was born for

its as grand as Blake

vibrating through our dimension

unleashing dragons from earthen cunts

spewing leathery wing and fire

from volcanos open mouth

i calmly engage in posturing irony

walking with broken ankles

bone sparking on asphalt

as petrol ignites across Sydney

explosions call like rifles respect

buildings twist and huddle

convulsing dominos

every fused arrogant molecule

gives up and goes to rest

for a day or two

the muscle of capitalism

is in shreds

its torn like bulging paper

only still standing

from a sheer disbelief

in fallibility

and can i again blame Jesus

for the yellow warts

between my legs