
“YOU” IS DEROGATORY, DOGFOOD: THE FILM, GLASS GUILLOTINE (FOR M.)
Let us salt our open wounds for fun,
for daybreak needs an excuse
to rear its ugly face.
Shylock and the altar both,
grant holy ground to saving grace.
That’s not to say in jest we must
forgive the body for healing
scars/
We’ve worked
so hard to put in place.
I can safely taunt my shadow now,
for fluorescent bulbs vignette masterfully,
with rose-tinted glass shards/
which line my muddied footprints in reverse,
to guiding stars we douse with mace.
The starlings here,
devour themselves/
to the tune of ruins
in retrograde.
Yet,
to try and shy/
A light upon/
the eyesore known as worship
Houses.
We vomit in our coattails/
for room and board.
Is your hate state issued upon gentrification?
Can your qualms with Daddy be soothed internally?