i collected all the segments
that i thought made asturdy spine
bloated up to fit so well
so much that it sticks outside
all the excess stuffed in my pockets
neatly to show around
thought I could pull it out
whenever i got pulled down
i had to laugh i thought i fell back in nothing
broke my fall with a padding of nails
i did a double take to see what was crackling
glanced around at the pieces of skin
thought i had the perfect suit
made from skin thatwas tougher and better
impatient to patch up holes or the rips
that were sewn togeather
from a distance it came across smooth
and some how kind of inviting
but never close enough to peel
the layers were always tightening
Seems like something along the lines of ones image, how everyone has a persona they show everyone else to protect their inner stuff. I miss Skif Dank!