RISK IT ALL

There’s a blank page

Had to be when this all started

But look’it here

The blood on the page up here…

See it?

…In the corners?

A spray? A spatter?

I suspect it starts there

From the outside

Then works it’s way in

First a papercut

Perhaps, a bit of a nick

Drip. Drip…drop, by drop

You start to flow,

grows Outa control

and the next thing you know

you got guts on the page

and your heart

splatters dead center

still pumpin’

...and we just started talkin’ 
now the Real work begins

You start squeezing, smearing, and smashing

Squashing. Splaying. Splutters …

splurts like farts
no time to wonder

The madness all that matters.

Oh, man, you can thrash around

But the most you can muster
No matter how profound 

Is killing yourself…You know that, man?

And for what?

Some schlock hustler?

Be they Small scale, big time, or huge

They'll just cook you up 
and let you stew

Eat you up

Pick your bones

Cast your carcass to the crows…

Yet you’d die for the chance.

So You do.