begging

on your knees asking begging pleading hoping praying kissing the toes in hopes you’ll find the mouth desperate desperation coming to bear on the space between the bottom of your nose and the top of your nose begging in the holes of their arguments as if benches will crumble beneath your words bodies rising up in their place as if the lives they stood for were for your trade and your trade only there’s four different times you could have killed them pushed them over and watch each time they have to catch onto places they told you they’ll never touch again begging begging begging for another go at your forehead screaming that their oesophagus can take just one more two more three until they have scratch taping toothpicks together like a desperate desperate desperate desperate desperate desperate and there’s four more lies they’ve told before you’re on the phone desperately repeating their lies as if your honesty might burrow some truth into begging insanity their mind scraping at falling domes a cacophony of jabberjays harrowing itself into every open cut in their ribboned carcass dead like a doorpost dead like a possum dead like a desperate housewife desperate desperate and begging begging begging until they cling on to that thing you jut out in front of them and their hands are covered in vaseline eyes empty and screams silent underfoot of bodies upon bodies and you’ll let anything happen anything at all you’ll wish they’ll make something happen because why does no one make anything why is there all these desperate words and no desperate actions and that’s why they can’t leave because they’ll do the desperate things unable to say the desperate monologues in the hallways of overpriced institutions and there will be bugs they’ll swallow whole and alive before they plead with their words begging desperate and screaming into an empty chasm you’ve left before them before like an halo-less hallow angel with no mission left no holes to fill and whole to fulfil dead to any written word or running picture on a burning silver screen.

i once sat on a wall

in the courtyard

of my secondary school

bored

satisfied

sunny

my friends whisper

and im willing

and do

get on one knee

begging to know

simply

nothing.