Give Me A Machete

this too is now falling apart
look at all the holes
look at everything everyone ever promised

all right here, all right here
with large, giant, holes
look at all these undeniable

holes the
holes which stare from
the holes

which watch from
the holes which spy
on the holes
which see by
the holes which know
and record with

precision
on our lives
with
precision they
stalk our lives with
precision they
stalk with our minds which
can’t decipher
who they are

what they want
what they need
what they search for

forming a thought
out of these
things forming a

thing out of these
things forming
a formation from these

pieces of evidence
we find
ourselves looking at looking

at looking
at
looking

reflections
disturbing, needing
a thing to do, needing
to talk, needing a book
needing a project, and

it’s all right
which agitates the bottom line,
imagining where it’s not alright for many

and it’s a funny thing to itch
and scratch the bottom line, what
makes a need a necessity in context of necessary need

which which are you
at
in the strata of trauma

has around the spine
in the
knotted area

inside the anus
within the digestion
inside the brain

a highway

inside the building
inside the elevator
a brain

inside a window pane
the window is the brain
and it’s scratched with three meals a day
and monthly paychecks
a highway

and it’s scratched with pigeons
and the things things eat
let us dance wildly without our skin on

and make love in the nectar of apple sauce
or give me a machete
let’s see here, blinking at the carpet

friends with the carpet
friends with nothing to say

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