Bare neck

That area where I shiver naked
Listening to the laugher of an imaginary audience
hide that dark area with a tilted head
just a scared child running and whimpering
screaming for my mothers tit
look at my frail withering empty hands
A thousand years written on them
wind blown hair as I hide away from the imaginary audience
tail between my legs
the smell of crap wakes his nostrils
leaning in a chair in front of the empty box
the moans makes his hair stand
he watched them put their clocks in canvases
frightened and sinking
hiding under the ass of Mr Good Ol Boy
listened to the voice
thought it was real
I'm the moon who speaks to you
I'm the sun who warms your cunt
I saw the withering hands around his clock
kept him thinking about the future
I am the future for now
the little pieces of snot that exits your throat in the morning
the little pieces of pleasures that exits your throat in the morning
I sit and live and breath in a world
my world
never really looking at my nipples
nipples raw and sensitive to touch
puts me in you, me and all of us
when we were kids
wanting and screaming for my mothers tit
the taste of bitter milk
of better milk
the smell of used panties
and wood burning
and stomach aches
driving in a car with open windows
letting the crap filled cloths air out
my bare neck exposed
vitiligo was the word giving to it
"Did you spill your breakfast on your neck!" was what the kid ask me at middle school
Bare neck exposed
with an eye to match
in a delusional world
where values are burnt at the stake
and kids are sent running in the wrong direction
delusional world exposed