::12:05:07::

::: Process :::

Hello.
Unwrap me, try to.
Eat my inner core of soft warmth and lust.
Spread me on a piece of wheat bread and throw me into a blender designed as a toaster.
Offer people free money then threaten to kill them if they don’t buy a ticket to watch a bleeding animal try to break free from a sharp metal device made to kill without mercy.
Would you like to hold my hand filled with jelly and quietly drip down a dying Christmas tree with no lights?
Throw on a pair of ice skates and drive down to the nearest body of water, grab an ore and bash each other on the head while we make snow angels in scalding hot coffee?
You take cream in your coffee don’t you?
I’ll take a needle filled with vitamin E with a splash of self pity.
The next time you clip your toe nails think of the way I used to tie my shoes and how you used to scrap your eyelids against a piece of sandpaper after I asked you if you were ready to leave.
The next time that happens think of me running away with an orange balloon towards the beach, with a red sun setting against the low tide of the Pacific Ocean.
How, when we were twelve, my asthma acted up and you laughed at me and put on my neighbors wig.
Then when I turned around the wig had grown longer and had lost it’s color and more lines had appeared on your face and you had stopped laughing.
How you stood there and looked at me with a serious look on your face.
The rocking chair that awaited you with the lost memories floating back to you all at once.
Don’t tell me that this is f*cking it.
Don’t give me a large cigar to puff on
then take it away as soon as it came.
Don’t come and break my windows with smiles that stain the carpet with envy.
Shut the car door and speed off into oblivion for all I care.
Your golden car with dripping green oil, potent with despair.

Written by: ~ Justin Rands