The thing is a scream

Your flattery skins

guts and bones me
Clips my wings
stings and stones me
You say such things
like you've known me
Then gone like the wind 

you've licked n blown me

I'm so old
tired of life
I took you my lover
our mother my wife
now we barely
know we exist
Our life became
a shopping list

You can't help who you fall in love with
But you can help who you fuck about with
One love's all we need
my handsome children
for our flaws to live on
yet you say
you love my "poetry"
The word's not the thing
you see
The thing is a wall
The things is a scream
The thing is a call
From the frying pan
To the obscene
The thing is a paucity
The thing is a remnant
The thing is atrocity
Littered in fragments
The thing is fraught
With strings of attachment
Which bleed like warts
If you care to detach them.

25/06/17