Lemon amend

Broken lips try wide
To convey
Little beasts crawling
Round your knees
Feel the brows frowning
Slots eyes slices
Tiny baby birds
Electric lights
Bulbs
Burns
Fighting
The battlefield is the ear
Forehead, scalp and teeth
Should we perhaps
Respond to the dirty
Trial your white hand
In the back

The whole nerve and bones
Thing started itching
So we scratched
Fun and good
Walls going from yellow
To pink red brown
Falling down
Bums yelling
Eyes and fingers in the dark
Stretched out
Wobbling
Ants drew new paths
It's what they said
In any case

Behind the pane
Under the earth
In the depth of your throat
There they were
And many more
Waiting
Wanting
Feeding on fear
A gipsy told them to
Golden swords
Couldn't care less
So fun so good
To pink red brown
Falling down
Come hurt me like you should

Michaux