i’ve got a tremendous gorge of rocks

by blake ellington larson

i’ve got a tremendous
gorge of rocks
beside me
waiting to hurl them
through anyone comes close
and i close my eyes
for the steel knives
in my back
to grow dull
pleading with myself
to take a bath or
buy some flowers
but the guilt
and my sadness
is even too much
for me
to realize that
whatever it is
or was
or has been
is just a violent movie
i’ve seen
too many times