04-12-2017, 05:17 AM
Responsibilities
My kitchen sink is home to awful things
I watch these little fruit flies spring
From deep inside that gaping hole
Along with scents so foul,
My stomach curls
And out come little flies from deep in me
They stick to walls and smear across my teeth,
Invade my brain and lay their eggs
Beneath my eyelids, and between my legs
Every now and then, I curdle
When death-scented juices gurgle,
Colored rust, into the stainless
Steel and flaking paint chips
Half-a-bottle of red wine
With sleeping pills can do me fine
For when I sleep, I cannot dream
While monsters rummage in the sink
And rattle plumage in the walls
To smell the fear drip from my balls
You see, the monsters need to leave
Their young implanted deep in me
And I'm committed by a lease
To stay, or else I'm devil's meat
That is how these things survive
They pull in victims in disguise
Of honest people, seeming humble
Up until the plumbing rumbles
By then, the tenants can't survive
Unless they keep these things alive
AND THEN there were flies
I got lost somewhere. This is not the creation story I thought.
My kitchen sink is home to awful things
I watch these little fruit flies spring
From deep inside that gaping hole
Along with scents so foul,
My stomach curls
And out come little flies from deep in me
They stick to walls and smear across my teeth,
Invade my brain and lay their eggs
Beneath my eyelids, and between my legs
Every now and then, I curdle
When death-scented juices gurgle,
Colored rust, into the stainless
Steel and flaking paint chips
Half-a-bottle of red wine
With sleeping pills can do me fine
For when I sleep, I cannot dream
While monsters rummage in the sink
And rattle plumage in the walls
To smell the fear drip from my balls
You see, the monsters need to leave
Their young implanted deep in me
And I'm committed by a lease
To stay, or else I'm devil's meat
That is how these things survive
They pull in victims in disguise
Of honest people, seeming humble
Up until the plumbing rumbles
By then, the tenants can't survive
Unless they keep these things alive
AND THEN there were flies
I got lost somewhere. This is not the creation story I thought.
