Friday, November 30, 2007

the flagellant

fuck you, breeder
your palms are glass
rubbed smooth from
fingering your lifeline and
jerking off to lesbians

tying a tourniquet
around your testicles
and burying your fist in your rectum
can’t hide the mark of the beast

fuck you, paleface
you huddle in a suburban bunker
listening to white rappers
with your ears packed full
of cotton and beeswax

you mouth the n word silently
like it was the name of god
but no number of Kill Whitey!s
can lift your original sin

stare at your slavemade shoes
when you speedwalk past panhandlers
lie through your straight white teeth
that you can’t help them

write your free verse, false poet
on bleached paper with an astronaut pen
but pray to the ghost of teddy roosevelt
that your pith helmet is bulletproof

drop acid and go on a vision quest in europe
tattoo it’s a free country inside your upper lip
flex your skinny muscles, mouthbreather
but know this:

when your dick finally goes limp
and you suck a bullet out of the barrel
i will write misspelled cliches
and trace poorly drawn skulls
on the back of your obituary
in black magic marker
so the ink bleeds through
and erases your name

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