Saturday, October 08, 2005
metabletica 5
ground a giant dead heroin addict’s arm
black tracks busted by the worm police
rats have eaten crisscross drainpipe
grooves around the compost maker
nights anaemic blue opal bait has fastened
its pull within delunared spaces
several mornings I have checked
for how many pellets to replace
have inched further and further across
the right hand side of the bed where our death
permits boundaries remain unlaid
and any sex thirst is routinely
splayed between silence
and seven years’ rotted
edict. There are happy
families out there
attentive husbands and women with shiny eyes
who have not been subjected
to the lecture-roses: marriages too
without maggots in closets
or the separation hex looming
its constant fix need
I hear scratching yet sheets
do not even suppose a corpse
listen to what rot your psychosis
cause causes
ground a giant dead heroin addict’s arm
black tracks busted by the worm police
rats have eaten crisscross drainpipe
grooves around the compost maker
nights anaemic blue opal bait has fastened
its pull within delunared spaces
several mornings I have checked
for how many pellets to replace
have inched further and further across
the right hand side of the bed where our death
permits boundaries remain unlaid
and any sex thirst is routinely
splayed between silence
and seven years’ rotted
edict. There are happy
families out there
attentive husbands and women with shiny eyes
who have not been subjected
to the lecture-roses: marriages too
without maggots in closets
or the separation hex looming
its constant fix need
I hear scratching yet sheets
do not even suppose a corpse
listen to what rot your psychosis
cause causes
Comments:
AnnMarie, i have just gotten around to going through your blog (sorry it took so long) and i'm really impressed. this particular piece is close to my heart and pulls the subject ever closer to a surreal world.
cheers, harry
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cheers, harry
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