The Artwork: Tea and Gasoline
The Poem: Tea and Gasoline
This is me now:
Taunting a demon in a cage
My spine rigid; a jaw of metal.
Teeth that break marbles
and warble contempt.
I wear hatred
like an evening gown,
an extravagant loathing
that’s a little bit ridiculous
like this 7-layered veil of decadent disdain
hiding hands that grip suffering
like bread
hoarding my sustenance for tomorrow.
Back to the demon
(this fucking guy)
I’ve tried analysis and violence
neglect and withholding,
I’ve removed all the air
to stop its fire, preferring
to suffocate
then let this ugliness
burn bright like a star.
I know how this ends,
gasping for change
while we stay the same;
this repetition of torture
has become an unbearable boredom.
So this is me now:
opening a cage
draping a demon in gold
serving it tea
and gasoline
and seeing what glows.