blood

it turns black
almost draw bite deep in me
let it
i mean i was going to write abt blood
there ws  a stain of me
on the sidewalk for years
but they tore it up
i am not dead
i am going w/ elizabeth to a french restaurant
in chicago
i can taste it too
s'd i like red wine and i do
stomped on a broken bottle
the glas went thru my shoe and the doctor
s'd they didn't get it all out
i don't map
my lost blood
it doesn't taste like a raw steak
i'm just slowly vampirising myself
i used to be so proud
of no broken bones
like you ask paul what his favourite liquid is
or it's water
i mean blood is water
it's in my brain too
but i can't see it there