this secret stream (how to listen to "crucify")

mangle me with your darkroom eyes dark strobes probing red my heart cannot take the heat and i become a blurred black and white you shook me too tight in your hand you hung me to dry and then the spies (those penetrating eyes) saw through the filthy film on my mind and you took another picture a puzzle to muzzle the overgrown thoughts of words unheard because they refused to clean themselves up and smile and pose and say sorry matters sorry matters sorry matters sorry clatters cold teeth in a dark room in a foreign corner and reaches for…

the last piece