A thorn to step on and be anchored

we indulge in what we call a feast
of magnificent proportions
despite the greath yet unmeasurable lenghts
we go to to hide it

a brain and a thorn in the process of humiliation
stand in awe to see a rat passing
with the steak of 3 horses in its mouth
it grins and they shudder
we have not yed made laws against fugitive rats

i have eaten most of humanity
but never actually chewed
in a fast paced action movie
i call everyday life

should i choke on the long thin thougts?
or shall i just call it a night while i still can
remember what i look like in the mirror?

a razorblade hanging on the wire in the bathroom
is banging against the wall with anger
drops of sweat fall from its left side
while it swings glimmering in the morning hue

moths gather under the sign of attack
a bra falling recklessly on the sweaty floor
they will most surely eat and feast and rejoyce
at the sight of the naked breast surrounding them
in the hour of retreat

garcon! more coffee and do not hold back the flies
or the thorns
i have something to write tonight
i want to feel it pass through me