Bleedways

States of waste and bleedways And your strikethrough life for right And to what lengths to erase Saw Raz smile at the smoky sky down on Turk and Hyde Penny's worth, skinnier, but still alive Rhododendron dove dome-first I saw it all down on Hyde and Turk She writhe and worm into that bag And she self-inurn Scars that taunt chains resensitized And all your scrapes And each new disease of our own design States of waste and bleedways Ride me double, dangerous Fly right in, straight into the cyst When you're sawn or flayed on Pierce and Haight And you lost a day Scars that taunt chains resensitized And all your scrapes And each new disease of our own design States of waste And to what lengths to strikethrough life In war in caves In words impossible to say In ducts, in vents In stations, in stages, in tents We don't We coil up Enclose our ends, our means We don't We immerse instead In hurt, embed She said Scars that taunt chains resensitized And all your scrapes And each new disease of our own design Scars that taunt chains resensitized And all your scrapes We don't We know The real abyss is inside the shell States of waste And bleedways And we erase