Lou Says

Lou says, “I must confess
I don’t know myself but know I’m no victim”

He was born with a rose in his chest
He hid from his wife under skin that don’t fit him

Never walked away from himself
But in his turmoil, he found a new Jesus

Then rejected identity
That fits in a box (out come the think pieces)

There’s a cancer eating my guts
I don’t know its name but talk to it daily

It’s an eager Venus flytrap
In platinum gold fronts that read, “fuck you pay me”

My world dissolves in its jaw
It’s shooting it’s cum, I’m having its baby

I can feel the kink in my spine
From swallowing sick. It’s starting to change me

Was I really there?

Lou says, “do more with less”
Then penciled his eyes on a face with no features

His soul would beam through his flesh
The moment he fed them ravenous creatures

Since I left an unfriendly nest
I read the wrong texts, I had some bad teachers

But I’d rather find a new door
Than kneel at the feet of any gatekeepers

I am fingering my inner cunt
While horny old nuns resentfully shame me

With a careless flick of the wrist
I flaunt my freedom; their lies are my crazy

I am not like you
My father’s son, brother to four only children

When I trace the map in my fingerprints
And find me, I vow I will kill him

I am an invisible man disappearing

Was I ever really there?