I’ve got spiral staircase skeletal remains
in me jackboot hidebound laugh of a patchwork body
knock on wood, ya can hear the shallow refrains
rolling like marbles in me brain
I was ground to clown by tryin’ t’ stay supersane
now i’m helter skelter
a draft written up and screwed
thrown in the bin in a ball o’ white rose petals
a sham written in’t flesh
No doubt about it, no God could craft this.
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Matt, this has such raw energy—“spiral staircase skeletal remains” especially sticks with me. I feel like I’m tumbling through the chaos right alongside you.
Much love,
David
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Thanks! I was picturing a ribcage with weird spirally bones
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That makes so much sense!
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