Personal Attack

monsters on the outside
crushed apples & broken glass within
the hungriest ghost i know is
selling tickets to my carnival
it’s the only way to cut me down

no truth because truth is a spiral
& circling serpents bite off the truth

clown around the inside
a pocketful of paste without
the hungriest ghost i know is
down down dead among the stones

& circling serpents bite off the truth
too venomous for love
too venomous to be real

for real
real is as real does