Beets Untitled

Beets bleed and tables have legs
I boiled up a feast and the table it ran away
A bloody mess.
I need to stop singing in code
To start ringing true only because true rings only.
Keep away from me
I am full of terrible things.
Elbows
Elbows and knee -pads
Can you believe that
That i still need them?
Scissors in window-boxes
I buried three pairs
Can you see how hard it is?
Keep away from me
I am full of terrible things.
My lazy shape is armed in dirty clothes
My arms are worn and scarred with beauty marks
So they can tell my lazy shape apart from other shapes
With hearts and human parts.
Beware
Where i am is where the channels run bare
The canals run bare.
And there's much to be scared from
That didn't wash up til everything dried up.
Keep away from me
I am full of terrible things
But if you love the terrible
Then please be near to me.