Black Blood

[Goswin_van_Eyck]

BLACK BLOOD


In prismatic corners ditched, shuffled among people, who are
too excited in raping trouser pockets till the last stitch,
so damn happy in beguiling oneself for the splendour of tinsel trinkets,
animated in cheerful hugging compagny, hyena chuckles cracking in the february air
overriding the washy caked eyes of goosestepping clocked wage-slavery
They enter a mirkly brown-shaded tavern,
beverages and snacks stiffling the needs of their innards;
more laughter and nest warmth evicted as the caress of a dampish, salty gale hitting your heated stern face,
like the blood you spat when your stomach was scraped,
and a trombosis wetted your underpants
and you were alone with your decomposing corpse.

Walking by and fully realizing, nevermore shall you be one of them,
so broken in their limited scopes and achievements,
so rich in ordinary tendeness and lips blushing your cheeks;
failed initiations made you to a lumbering rusty inmate of a dank hospice,
roaming the fringes of madness and regulations,
borrowing smothered hope from the fable of a cigarette's scent,
crushed by the heel of a volatile brainy slut of some sorts.

Nobody asks for you
They defile the best you had to offer.
Kind endeavours drown in the human marshes.
Deceived, but hard to kill, huh, bugger?

I spit on y'all.