a good mess

invisible, pretty

spinning sweetheart-blades

will shred you nice and fine

go ahead

stick your tongue out

stick your heart out

and tempt your fate

blood like a Pollock painting

all around the room

drop to your missing knees

as the carved points of

both femurs jab into the floor

laughter in flanging stereo...

  why dream when you can 

  stay awake and really suffer

Love dresses up as a mascot 

to cheer you on from the corner,

becomes the janitor after hours

and what a good mess you've 

made of yourself here

(Photo by kikujungboy on depositphotos.com)