i'm so coy with this bullet between my teeth. what is it I really want from you? And why can't I say it. I need gunpowder a gun and someone to teach me to shoot it.
how the hours unfold burning the brick buildings down and screaming the children wide awake crying out the windows and startling the ghosts who rattle and shake.
Thursday, 05 January 2006
A Dissection
I am gaudy on the table A map of gutted stars Tattered torn moth eaten heart Bitten apple lips and a core of worms.
This is how I open up.
Tangled vine splitting hair Strung up with barbed wire. Strewn through with broken glass Shattered crystal ball hands.
This is how I offer up.
I choke on ink and starved time A baby faced betrayal burning in my eyes As I spit up heavy dirty words Fat stone heavy tongue.
This is how I conjure up.
Bones sifting dust and Clattering a hollow rhythm As I dance unstrung Melting greased wax flesh.
Something simple something silent braying in the darkness a buzzing in the distance a roar caught on the wind and all the noise lands on my skin a nervous mess of radio static and far fetched lies tangle through my hair like many before me I don't know where there is to get to, and I don't want to go anywhere from here. Securing a place out of time seems harder then bleeding the fever out of my skin. .
Something loud and foreign finds my face breaks it open and wipes it dirty with shadows, sullies it with filth. I am old and lost--no map, no star, pockets full of feathers wings on my back and no where to fly to.
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