dreaming
By doll on the rag
(a slow poison in the system)
cradle me
stereophonic:
bullet to the brain
right between the ears
and down the spine
you shiver me splendidly
i heave
clutch
gasp
larval in my rebirth
wetwhite and glistening
in places i was once
stillborn
unbraced and bare-boned
(you tore my flesh from me
ages ago)
i'm clawing through the dirt
slick with membrane memories
unweighted with the corporeal burden
of organs--
i hollowed this excuse
of an existence
to take you in
would you choose
such a prison?
could my plea
be sufficient?
drop your shoulders back
and grace me:
steel string vocal chords
snapping under fire-tongued fingers
(or did you always
wrench from me
my pulpy heart,
past cracked lips
that mouthed misunderstandings
so innocently?)
it's more than my
maggoted vertebrae
can bear
i shudder
my last
and then
no more
fetal position
self sacrifice
executed
among similar skeletons
could you
with your slender hands
pull from my mouth
what remnants
may be found:
a soul
like rotted seaweed
coiled around my tongue
the last thing
i have to give
________
a love-ish poem to davey, for reasons i understand now.
Comments on "dreaming"
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On Saturday, August 13, 2005, TheBardOfBlasphemy
(357) wrote:
good god below... how do you do this? The gorefest horrorshow here is better than any film... and yet, upon a rereading... it IS a love-ish poem... how bizarre...
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On Saturday, August 13, 2005, doll on the rag
(200) wrote:
ah, love... such a strange thing, no? =)
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On Friday, August 12, 2005, not an addict
(45) wrote:
something tells me you'll be joining me in the heart next time (and there will be a next time)? and then i suppose we'll have to share him ;)
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On Friday, August 12, 2005, doll on the rag
(200) wrote:
there'd better be a next time, dear... and yes, i think sharing can be managed. =)
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On Wednesday, August 10, 2005, blue
(1409) wrote:
Love-ish? I'd say this could be seen as a refernce point for 'dark poetry'. You definitely have a way woth words. Most enjoyed this was! ~b