Vulture
Down, down, I funnel
on the carcass of Prince Charming,
slain by poetry and mid-night wondering
into the darkness to glean,
gathering the strings of dreams
put on hold
for another spoonful of depravity.
Pulverize my heart
Pulverize my heart upon the butcher’s board.
Add your tenderizer and throw my wicked heart upon the wall
Then smother it in dusty grovel until I choke.
Beat me until tender, and I cough blood onto my own carcass.
Pummel my pride into powder till I do not serve my selfish self.