Terse words…Words muddy
and swirling and steaming
like cream in cold-coffee
like death in soft-nectar

words lumbering lead-footed
fat flat and hard hulking
fear-shadows are lurking
in other death-words

words rain down like brain bombs
explode in uncertainty
pregnant with confusion
communion of judas-kiss

they use words like bullets
to shatter my skull
and blast my brain bloody
and turn my head into

an urn full of red
a paint-pot of death
that they can drink deep of
and spit on their canvases

in words and in brush strokes
dipped into the paint-pot
that my brain has become
from traumatic words

the top of my skull
ripped open by shrapnel
and now just a pain-t-pot
now just a pain-t-pot