My eyes are marbles
on the playgrounds of children.
Your hands are
electrical probes
soldered to a car battery
I want to attach them
to different places
on my body and
die happy
my ribs
encase nothing
there is emptiness
where my heart should lie
but
a simple electric pulse
wire- cut and sparking
gives life
just as a marble connects
with another
knocking it out of the circle.

one spiteful thought
lights an inferno of rage
difficult to describe
d i f f i c u l t
      to craft into something useful
strange to observe
respect
u
   n   r
a  
  v
       e    l
watch admiration get
spoiled by greed
a wretched sense of self
  a sickening thoughtless mind
existing in the world with love
is not beyond all of us

Their laughter scratches up against my heart
And drifts far and away
Like spilled milk that the stars cry over
So I open my eyes and smile

The only thing to do against the black
And the milk spreading out on the floor like my laugh