Dirty

Filthy jewels
dropping into water,
with a PLOP.

See how they drop to the surface,
see how the light shines.

While I listen for the howls,
the gears inside melt,
they rust...

Pull my head off with flowers in the vase,
and the ankles almost drenched,
the table was beating,
and the stench of my hands drove off,
the dirt, coiling dirt particle,
carpet curling, waving to the sun.

With the lobes dangling into the water,
the tearing in the eye.
Screw, screw, screw
in the light bulb.
Screaming I'm alive,
gliding into the windows,
and shattered love of hands,
the shattered shields of cloth.