The warning must be heeded, similar to cigarette packs or liquor

In punier print found on Tijuana Bibles

Which howl against the high tide of spite and showing off

Feasting upon the inglorious candor, neither a label or symbol to keep away

This is the infringement of which the words will betray soul less eyes

“Once you read, you’ll judge in extravagant presumptions and understand less.”

Within the invasion of pages, these layers you peel me away

like smashing away the black bitch which crumbles

off the winey summer cliffs of St. Thomas until a statue

manifests like some dusty phoenix of the dark stone

Here you are the thief to swipe me voiceless

and lay transparent within the mythology of opinions

scraping off all my flesh in a way

which makes a man veil under a cell in shadowed disgrace

your notion is judgment chronicled for your amusement

Is it punk to shoot your way out of the library

Ruining the end of the movie before it begins?

The remnants are words left on blank so dense and heavy

You no longer know any comfort of me,

And where the stones thrown rest,

On the violation of all that you assert

you object me in glorious cavernous echoes

Where to understand me is to draw a thin red line at the surface.

— Chris Grasso