Inspired by the book Outlaw written
by Ted Dekker
The flesh I wear, my dirt brown skin,
weak muscles glazed in fat,
bones and joints, red cells, white cells,
nerves running long and deep
it needs, it wants.
It needs water to survive.
It wants poison in a shot glass,
ping pong balls in red, plastic cups
colorful drinks, umbrella decorations,
with salt on the rim.
It needs air to breathe.
It wants Marlboro Menthols
to take the edge off, grass in a pipe
to get in the mood, herbs baked in
chocolate cupcakes so it can relax.
It needs love and affection.
It wants to hook-up
in the back of a Nissan,
to feel warmth, another body
one with it’s own, lips and tongues,
sweat and blood, still it’s not enough.
It wants more. More flesh, more blood,
more skin.
