Slander

I am compacted trash.
I have dyed the tips
of my hair black,
I have thrown
my eyelashes
down the sink drain.
My lips have craters.
I rub my eyes,
I rub my eyes.
Am I this limitless?
My hand spreads
slander like fertilizer.
I do not defer
the great denouement,
I race towards it
with my tongue
wiping the windshield
of my face.
I tramp on tramps.
Rubbing ointment
on past transgressions
fills a new balloon
with hot air.
My manners
are rank, rotten
and swollen
with swallow.
Soon enough
surely one of us
will have forgotten.