UGLY

feel my muddy shame
me stretched over rack
left sitting at the bottom of a well
when the rain comes down at an angle
i can wash my eyes
kiss concrete mirror
tell me to light the gasoline on me
or ask why a  tall tree is on my mind
i shaved my head w/ a straight razor
in the canal behind our apartment
cut the callouses off my tongue
w/ live gators
i might drive again
go as fast as i can off some seacliff
i don't know if a beach could save me
but i've already collected so many bruises
it couldn't possibly get worse
for the shell i still live in