I AM AN ANIMAL

she said i was made of 'pure
money'
before i exploded
i'm
going to drive
again
put rims on my exoskelly

i'm an animal baby
baby
i'm only worth a few dollars
a few
billion dollars

until i eat all the gold
from the gold mines
in rich teeth

bite your mouth
an accidental fractured clavicle
i can't squat bones
w/o shaking

stop this bucking buckhorse
with bone spurs
the shape of your fuckshaped feet
i'm walking on two

call me every morning
between 3 and 5 am
to tell me how much you miss my voice
darling

my voice is a flap of skin
stretched like fat pants
make plans to count the sugar in me
so my diabetis doesn't start

your plans are socialist
my voice is socialist
barack obama is not a socialist

everything i say is true
as words
as these poemwords won't mean
as much to me
as what they mean in my brain right now

i'm going to start taking supliments
supliment the gaps
in my braincage
think ribs
or tasty meat clings

or dead mammal things
the nails and hair and the shit afterwards
still shaking

do you have something for my hands

read online
someone said they would ask for indian food
indian propper
so the jailhouse cleaners have to clean up
a horrible mess

but the horrible mess is a messbody
the shell of your heartsoul
the thing that burns
in a bucket of fire
an underground oil lake

for days on twitter
people say RIP
like tearing away a page of a person
is death

or the sun exploding is death
or i just don't exist anymore
except on a page

dead but i am in another page place
does this mean
i can call you
at 3am

to say nothing
does this mean

i can do anything.