guillotine

the back of it un-smooth dark with the

jesus christ what am i saying
if it was ok i'd be there
if i knew i had proof


i'd put you under the blade and kiss your sandy lips
don't pray before you go,
don't try to find me, i'm behind them all
telling myself the artery and muscle and tissue
are welcomed by some dark thing
mostly wet
mostly unreal
and only where i put my black colors