Category Archives: Sam Campbell
PROCEED WITH MY EXECUTION IF YOU PROMISE TO MAKE IT A MASSACRE
Let me live on an eighth note of this song.
Let me sneak into your ear while you are lectured by your insomnia dreams.
I will belly flop into your canal and make you stumble
I will careen across your brain like a newborn discovering the independence of crawling
My candle lantern eyes will flicker into every sulcus of your brain
My suicidal feet will penetrate your cortex
I will make you croon
And as I leave your mouth
I will not have the same allure as the waltz of billowing smoke
resting on the dusty shelves of sun rays
You will not try to dissect my existence
You will kill me
and resurrect me—
how much Jesus Christ actually hates Easter
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