Ribcage

xviii

        i found you traipsing

        'round and 'round the

        back of my so rotten

        hollow brain, dancing

        careful steps to each

        hallucinated thought

        for every inhale of an

        intoxicating cigarette

        stick comes a bloody

        sensation of wanting

        to rip off your clothes

        and just let our slick

        ravenous skin touch

        with all the appetite

        of venereal passion

        a caged beast could

        ever muster in sight

        of a massive slab of

        flesh just butchered

        specifically for pure

        s a t i s f a c t i o n .

        but i only sleepwalk

        tender strides and

        paces, for only quite

        a handful of advised

        capsules guarantees

        this utopia that i can

        never have in such

        b i t t e r   r e a l i t y

                                              - cade