The Word

I want you to touch me.
To spark my outrage
To wind me up
To light my fuse
To set me off
To push me pull me
Piss me Tuesday
Crank and fuel me
Hold me under
Tie me up - interrogation
Slap me like a nazi would
Water board and Chinese torture
Tie my balls to a battery
Leave the prison door wide open
Until I run away laughing
Then shoot me in the back with salt
And send me packing but
Just be immaculate
with my words I pray
They are the diamonds
Of my soul
Burn them to cinders
Throw them in my face
Hate them to ribbons
Strangle them with lace

One fine day they'll melt and sink
Written on water in blue ink
One fine day they'll define me
Until then please
don't despise me
Crack their dust
with a broken glass

Crave them Dore
Grind their bones
Gut them like a fatted River
Chew them up
and spew them backwards
Cut them up with rusty scissors
Fuck those words
They're from narcissus.