bound and chained, imitation Sisyphus in crucifixion pose

tangerine juice stings the scratch

where emerald nails stripped it bare.

confusion always sashays her big ass in with the first shout,

while traditional values and conformity quietly make their leave

out the back door, mindful not to cause attention to themselves.

how green painted nails can invoked such wrath

is laughable, now that wound is stitched with sumac suture.

years past, my fingers can still aid in my

degenerate storytelling.

gullibility almost believe it when they said

they're goin' rot and fall off

if I didn't halt the parade of acrylic rainbows

arching across cuticles and phalanges.

laughable, yes, now that is