Goldie Negelev | Painkiller

Goldie Negelev | Painkiller

Painkiller

You tell me none of this will matter           I remove my ribcage and scratch at the bone

…………You said it was all plastic, it always has been              my ribcage is not plastic.

I bury my ribcage in the backyard              I am hoping it will grow

beyond this collection of shit, piss and dirt              I want to see my ribcage grow into a beautiful mouth

……………………I want to be free

This is the dream I create I do not want anything else.                The excrement is deep inside my boot

…………I fall asleep right here                    wake up crying like a fucking baby

I am not afraid of the president’s cartoon hair

………………………………Teach me how to take sugar from the devil

……………………touch me so I can come from the shock…..

…………I feel enormous               no one is holding me

…………I left my ribcage somewhere          don’t remember where

………………………………I was uncommitted to keeping it

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Goldie Negelev is a poet living in Oakland, California

2017-09-19T20:46:03+00:00 September 18th, 2017|