My Name in Lights

Chase day, bring me more pleasure!
           I may grab bag it
           flailing skin
           sheafs drop, my
           hips thighs crumble
           gnawed by wasp
           twisted wreck of bones
           melting into pregnant dust.

Grab me more I must more
I must swallow the pre-shit
My. Me. Must.
make me star my movie
watch me and my toys and my
stories of my stuff arranged
sit me down on smouldering fire
           burn my sweet hair
           as clouds of offering
chisel my name upon a stone
           chewed smooth by lichens
           and the pelting sands.