CREEP

We crept
when the Torrents bled
and shed their colors
under the voiceless crimes
of such frenzy that collapsed
under the gaze of the
broken manners
people fix with jokes
The fuckin humor
that keeps our hatred civic
and will to consent.

a plexus dried
and seeded
like the desiccated
tears from repressed leakage.
A wreck climbing up our spines
in the slow speed of a song
that snatched all chance to be.

we crept
from the illness and the Wake
and the blotches on our skin
that spread beneath the coarse
breath of
consume and decay
and left
no signs
to agonize in or for
or apologies to smother forth

fuck the train
and the spit rubbed
on its bones
the cracking will not cease
until I fetch another song.