MAKING SOUP WITH MY OWN SOUL

 
drank so many crucifixes - my skin became the tattoo within
snow angel creeping with the dawn whisper
buried on a throne of Bone
 medicine -with the dreaming screen
cardboard homeless birthmark
clean shoes - stone suits
jagged lips on whiskey hips
 strong helpless weak open , shut
digging holes in spongy earth 
taking a shiny steel spade
slicing the top of my skull
letting my brain fall back home
 
words should be safe
words warn
words