Slicer

I run out of run

In the slicer rain

Cowpat hero

I stare into 

The black mirror

Of a long road home

Light splinters into rainbows

I won’t chase them

Closer

Will never be

Close enough

I stretch out my arms

Emotions are marching creatures

In my own Animal Farm 

Just submit 

Today's love is a funeral

Summer smells like wet dogs

Its contours sharp

Drugged

Rain’s kisses have acid lips

The shell hurts

But pain is just

Skin, shin

Muscle
Flesh facet

Pressed hard against the bell jar

Labelled “This Is Your Life”

If I stand here

Will the body hive
Dissolve

Like a gigantic

Hatch-a-plastic-heart
Toy?