Dying Every Day
mean and dirty song of the streets
honesty is not a privilege
it is not necessary
but it is sufficient
swift accuracy summed
pushed into the portentous
an appendage of macho
a rough crude likeness
exuding the carnal vision
each narrative fits the curve
machined by the voluptuous
never lacking the luster
a nucleus of misery
winning the right to toil
to question the existence of god
to wonder about love
the trap is set
with the lonely words
you cannot escape
we resist the sculpture’s knife
our shape is our own
the right to be ugly
and unsightly
this our claim to glory
cutting away the world’s tethers
refusing to be molded
we refuse to be ignorant and blind
to turn our backs to the light of reality
© Deep Piercing Cut 2009
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