the grand march

PROM NIGHT.
all the rats and posies and bengals
strolled down a flat of carpet
obviously colored red.
every single liver under the spotlight
i was remembering how i felt getting my teeth cleaned at the dentist
disgusting under that bright light
every imperfection exposed
well i think the point of this scheme was to exploit or even expand
all the rats posies and bengals.
expanded they were and expoited they were
[though at the time, they didn't know it]
[though... they never would]
all of them lined up and conditioned 2 x 2 x 2 by 2
i watched from behind a slut and a painter
one of those boys with paint on his shoes and hair reaching for eyelashes
you know, the kind that all the wrong sorts of girls fall for
a pampered girl's teenage rebellion, one of those dirty situations.
they pounced down the red while camera flashes went off like alarms
and all i could imagine, in all this chaotic shit sludge, was their bodies suctioned together, FISH TO THE GLASS, completely engaged in post prom pillage.
this vision quest almost distracted me from my turn down the red
i moved and couldn't help feeling aroused
the satin insides of my dress were sliding across my skin
and a forest of EYES were reaching and reaching
and this fucking boy and i were waltzing and walking
and ATTENTION was no where but here on our stepping
my body's compulsions, every nerve end was gripping
and i swear to some GOD THAT THE PATIENCE WAS RIPPING.
in the middle of the ruby isle,
i fell to my knees.
my date - to the trees.
i, alone, in the valley of a mob.
PLEASED.
i stuck a damn knife down my throat
and vomited my beliefs..
let a sea of my insides
release all of me.
in front of all those shocked fucking people.
i let all the rats and posies and bengals
FREE.