Well Well Well (A Poem)

Lennon growls
and tears apart
the walls
with six strings
of fingernail
agony

shredded

ripped

my back to
pieces

bloodied
with not
a band aid
in sight

nothing to imagine

cant start over

just blood on
my carpet
under tonight's
full moon

I take off my glasses
slowly
and
call
911

knowing
full well
this is not
the kind
of emergency
they are
trained
for
  *Can be found in my book Dead Hip