Snakes

I fry my madness in lard,
charred pieces awaits you,
yummy yummy you,

I toast my sorrow over virgin fire,
sprinkle thinly on melting ice cream,
sweet sweet betrayal,

I down my final pint, drown on dry land,
my cheers and two-finger salute
greet no one, gulp gulp bittersweet,

I wait for a stir, a moment of hurt
deep enough to crack the shell,
enough to raise me up to greet,

I wait, but nothing moves,
in my jungle nothing moves
but snakes.