Am I Just Real Estate?

[k_r_gilmore]

Water, electricity
both flow 'round inside of me
filling my spine with a
shudder and jolt each
time I am lonely or
lost in some agony
held in a trance by
some midsummer's tragedy
laid out in front of me,
held out for me to see and inspect
and gauge value of property.

It's the loneliest mess
that the market will ever see
and it will all sell for
dimebags and haypennies.

A witful remark earns you
points with the women,
who just won't go near you,
so: "good luck, go get 'em!"
A challenge I issue from
the seat of my vehicle
as I am moving at
the speed of a miracle.

It comes to a standstill,
the line I've been waiting in,
I'm used to the waste of time,
starved, I am getting thin.
I feel my bones push through
the skin that covers them:
Trying to free
the spirit held under them.

A spitter, a fighter,
and child unhindered,
lies deep in my core
like a lion or murderer
with fear in it's heart as
it's prison is realized
the strongest of killers
reminded of his small size
and placed in a cage
imagined or materialized.

And this is the ending
finality catches all
and leaves no survivors
just knowledge, subliminal.

And in the end,
desperation.