Dissemblance

Kicking me back in the side again
Licking wounds, my wounds, with inner vain
It's oozing face of monstrous proportion
Only inside here, only a distortion
It walks these passages, so bent and crooked
Smiles to me for what's in store, my loosened
head, that I've bled
Pooling beneath the boot
that's kicking my side again

Let me tell you these
lacerations and bruises
cover up the knees
dropped down onto fewer loses

Claws and descended fingers
desire to comfort that lingers
amidst the punctures and blisters
seeing into the better place in transistors
It walks these axons, electrical and yearning
Smiles to me for another sore across my burning
head, trailing dendrites to turning
pools into gold
that's been sold
too many times before mine
now that's kicking my side again

Let me tell you these
lacerations and bruises
cover up the knees
dropped down onto more loses

Now, don't you wonder
what pulls us asunder,
entrailing these little
conclusions we belittle?
It pines for us closer
to palms that clover
our endless cancer
that mumbles answers
in ears
seemingly clear
stimulus threshold
action potential

Poising delight
it stands to the right
wavering to pounce
through one more ounce
with a sight to places
I've lost my traces
once ago when I have swam
rivers and pools
beneath the mountains
where we waded in fountains
but now too weak and drools
the lip into this man
I can't remember the face
that's kicking my side again

Let me mumble these
saturations and oozes
envelope over the feet
I've been kicking sides
I've chose in my head