This Is My Failure, This Is My Call To Arms.

[jadedhate]

Eleven Russians
hold me down, eye to
I remember outside
inside, acorns, spaghetti
is what mom always cooked
when too many people
on my bathroom floor
me in my bathroom
in the tub getting
a lobotomy; I scream
for everyone to get
out but I don't remember
want them out of my head:
WANT you out of my head
want YOU out of my head
want you OUT of my head
want you out OF my head
want you out of MY head
want you out of my HEAD.

Eleven Russians
in a double tall glass
put their fingers in
my brain and scrape away
the decency.