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.

    Constance|2006

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