Heimlich

I will not sate
Into some contentment.
Still water.
At your resentment.
Still slaughter;
At your contentment.
State,
Unblemished,
By blemished
Armour.
Just mud
To growth;
Mood
To load.
Avalanche
Of puke
From loudnoise
Toad.
Unload,
Ever angel,
Spermaceti,
Confetti;
Celebrate
The ingrate
Making
Sage,
Making
Age.
Stoned into stone,
Air into breath,
Fire into stomach.
And phraisee's regret
To beget,
His loss,
At his choice.
In his role's royce
Of spent pois-
In.
Begin
Having V, in me.
Re-writing
Making, breaking, slating
Promulgating, propagating;
Professing, confessing, digressing
To the truth.
In mute,
Idols,
Of spent
Trident's
Bible's
To forget,
To unget,
To dislodge,
To clog,
The drain
Of your troat's
Inane.
Come at me!
Combat me!
Yo, flat to me!
Floating like Aesop.
Telling stories
Like crazed
Cops.
Cop it,
Don't drop it,
Stay longer
Get warmer
Yo, this is where you live now!