Exit, Pursued by a Bear

i opened my mouth again
& now i can’t stop can’t stop can’t stop
saying nothing much of anything
scritchity-scratch
fit to burst
like a volcano
like a pig’s trough
like a rusted pipe
like a rusted pipe

i’m just lying in the gutter
reaching up for the stars
& i stepped on your face
again
& i’m covered in muck
& i’m swallowing muck
& i’m feeding you muck
& i’m wishing you luck

but…fuck!

i opened my mouth
& i fucked up again
my tongue is the worm in the apple
i need a damned good thwacking
& a spangled giraffe parade
& a bottle of whiskey
& a needle & thread
& a new honey pot

when i’m a broken toy
with a head full of wasps

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP

don’t give me an inch
don’t set me on fire
don’t dance me through the house
when i’ve opened my mouth again