Poem: a conversation with the rim of his glass

we could of snapped her neck, they said
too tight to hold and too soon to touch,
devoted, not so,
no one cares for it, the volatile of our
intestines, smoky and sagging
yards of tubbing, this truth they want to
pin their hands to, blood cell after blood cell
where words and where sense?
completion wearing a blindfold on one eye,
we've no eyes, no brains, two faced, and lies
our own minds sinking, relaxing,
begin, benign the kiss of brown
splintery ocean, seeping through the hills,
eating people whole, this fog,
eating brains whole, we are lost, we are lost
i am in your room where my head is falling off
little boys i loved, folding their lips and quivering
leathered and dead
"oh it should have been me instead"
the tiles are seeping with worms and air
pulsating, no, nothing, i must stare at
christ with a pipe in his purple mouth,
"oh it should have been me instead"
living virgins and fingering self:
hello and goodnight, doll,
i'm living fine
hello and hello, so long
i'm living, alive.