Plaster Or a plaster Both will stick Both will screed Over gaping wounds On a once smooth wall Or on a once smooth skin But where is that plaster-er That mends most anything? That kind cavity wall grafter Repairing that that is within I am here waiting, bleeding Grasping at rotten leftovers At stuff that means nothing At that that lives there after Is it the bright bowling pin Spilling its scarlet falls Into my scar sounds As I cry, scream Ice-cream lick Or long after Laughter