cut with flour from linoleum.
Greased bandage wraps me;
petroleum.
Touch sense sours when tuggings come.
Ropes devour gravitation,
using my power of elevation.
Fighting placement;
un-stationed.
Falling like coward with no duration.
Six weeks bound without electric scolding,
underneath meat, ground, left for molding.
Table leg impression;
wrists have new folding.
A farmhouse discreet in vacant Wyoming.
I'm somehow holding onto rescue notion.
Ritualistic strollings in Tuesday devotion.
At four-ten,
exhaust commotion.
Red car going past driveway in slow-motion.
Positive of being spotted on my adventures.
Even waved lopsided at red Dodge Avenger.
Seemed to wave back,
apprehensive.
Pretty sure he lives in cottage on Forty Pincher.
But as the dreams sicken and die in hunger,
I joke with screams while laughing lungs puncture.
Lower lip bit off,
not getting younger.
New belief of keeping guns loaded in slumber.
From what I gather, he came through window,
having scattered glass across my new widow.
She called his name out,
"Ben, don't!"
Then chattered her dentures and discovered limbo.
Shotgun shell fell next to my red cable wires,
backbone expelled her head like a geyser.
Grabbed by the pant-leg,
I became fighter.
She's now in hell, and I can't live beside her.
Dragged down the stairs, arm bruisings open.
Thrown past the chairs, flashes of stoving.
Puncture in neck,
sure it was doping.
Feeble glazed stare within minutes of poking.
Warned to never mess with matrimony,
kicked in chest just to show me.
Slamming the door,
"Now you're lonely!"
The power repressed, comatose owned me.
This is the floor were I'll breathe my last,
tied like a whore with a violent past.
Then sunlight peirces;
door swings wide fast.
Same jean legs torn, and back in a flash.
"Remember me you bitch? You slept with my wife."
"But we were just hitched, in Vegas, the ninth!"
Silence swayed him,
I begged for my life.
The click of a switch, and then glint of a knife.
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