Jack Varnell/The Emotional Orphan
White collar. White noise.
Blue collar, bruised.
Dog walker. Dog collar. Dog.
Priests collar. What’s under the halo?
Halo slips, just another collar.
Black fucking turtle neck collar
and a no way beret.
Bongo gimme a beat. Down tempo,
in a downtown beat down.
V-neck, crew neck collar
with a studded collar crew
that got collared,
called the V-necks.
Don’t fucking move,
chained there to your nothing.
One false move and the bear trap snaps.
The next thing you know you’ll be
eating off your arm just to stay alive.
But it’s okay we all get hungry to escape,
and yearn to breathe, while asphyxiating.
Asphyxiating collar turned noose
and the floor just fell out from under.