Largish/Dominant

There is a silent one

A scalding still grief from within

A house of former logs

The drywall cracking like its skin

A shattered timecard clock

Left in the hallway starts to hiss at you alone, you feel confused

When the chiming time never hits

I’ve seen you walk it out

And I know what makes you twitch

A set of stab blab scabs

You only scratch to feel the itch

You’ve got a keloid scar

That you want out there, turning tricks

And you can only speak the truth, with the blood of God, on your lips

Your blue jean pocket has

A faded skoal-can scar on it

A halo on your ass

The only place that it could fit

At every curtain call

Hold for applause, smile, bow, and catch the roses

Holding them as proof

Of your finest hour

In this shit