and cut it, too

blue toxic paint
acrid and flammable;
red flame retardant jumpsuit
similar to the sweet
jeune fille.
undercooked pancake
with powdered sugar and syrup.

a figure that makes you feel
inadequate,
small and pitiful.
the washington monument
smalls in comparison.
wide and soft and an
int ter est
yet his mouth makes you feel
ad e quate.

you still sleep
within the salty sea
with small waves that
rock you back and forth.
you're still bent,
an oak boat
with no passengers.
fireworks explode off of you
in a display of beauty
and color
that spark debate
on light spectra
and colors that do not exist.

everyone is reconnected
every one is reconnecting.
paper cups attached with strings,
primitive,
and they all can hear
but you cannot.
it's magic can't work for you
worthy, you are not.

you will take every
opportunity
and none will move you
from your spot in hell.
the place mat is set
your spot, reserved.
perpetual pain and perpetual
want.
tribal and stupid,
disintegrates your worth.

"fuck the pain away"