A spine cut like a blade through his back

Broken flesh opened the way for a song of redThe floor hungrily awaited its arrival   Old shoes and rotting booze  His cracked lips stuck to each other in a kissA salty narcissism filled the empty mouthThe throat coughed and clogged 

Tailgates and china plates

And all of this was just an echo unfoulding

Of a thing which actually meant something