By Jax NTP
madness in all shapes of lavender
an army of opportunistic pathogens,
recruiting bacteria, burgeoning in the nook
of a pale ear, your latest abscess,
about the size of an olive pit.
the self portrait of your sister haunts you
at 3 a.m. when you change bloody bandages.
the kaleidoscope of darkness
is also the size of an olive pit,
less of an almond, more like half a triangle.
si vis pacem para bellum.
if you seek peace, prepare for war.
when the draining stops, you stimulate
a series of reaction with a 9 millimeter
parabellum. when the voices
in your head start conversing in vietnamese
you’ll need a second pair of skin:
the largest organ, pretzel pulled.