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Caligula
I have all the letters of the lexicon at my disposal.
I once took a capital L & placed an o next to it, then a v,
& finally an e. it was magnificent; I thought it was the
greatest thing a man could possess. but then it crumbled
to dust, blowing in the wind. now I don’t give an F, whether
it’s followed by a u & a c & a k, or not…
I search for myself, this romancer, this poet, who composes
sonnets & offers them to Juliet, to Ophelia, & to my coy
mistress when she steps out of her robes. she will listen but
not believe, she will kiss but not love, & she will abandon
before being abandoned.
but a man can eat his words. he can eat the air that is chastised
of poison by the flowers & trees. he can suck the tears between
his lips as they pour from inclement eyes, when the sky is blank &
arid, & bend to the rain washing down his cheeks when he can’t
cry any more.
and when he wants the taste of sin on his tongue, the bitter
squirting of deception & betrayal scalding his throat, & little curly
hairs caught in his teeth, he can eat a woman.
there is a long road that leads away from here. there are harlots &
there are maidens, who hide from the perversions that would lure
them to a bed of their own iniquity, but they’ll take it if I give it to
them. seducer of dirty things, who casts love in the gutter like
soiled condoms.
this is where my heart ends & the rest of me begins…
(Art: Micke Berg)
Published 20th Aug 2016
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20th Aug 2016 1:39am
20th Aug 2016 2:27am
Loved the artwork that you chose,shades of gray and black that went perfectly with the bitter taste of love in these lines.....
Powerful writing,John
Powerful writing,John
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20th Aug 2016 3:22pm
"and when he wants the taste of sin on his tongue, the bitter
squirting of deception & betrayal scalding his throat, & little curly
hairs caught in his teeth, he can eat a woman."
feeling this John telling lines..
exquisite!
love Crim
squirting of deception & betrayal scalding his throat, & little curly
hairs caught in his teeth, he can eat a woman."
feeling this John telling lines..
exquisite!
love Crim
20th Aug 2016 7:02pm
20th Aug 2016 10:43pm
Romance goes up in flames here, forgotten with that taste of harlot. Fine work.
20th Aug 2016 11:38pm
wow these words ate me up and am left in awe by it all, - the rhythmic flow and graphic 3d visuals created in my head and your talent once again inspires me. thank you.. curtsy bow deeply.. i keep reading it over and over to more of your work I go...
p.s love that title one of my favourite words
p.s love that title one of my favourite words
21st Aug 2016 8:23am
It's easy for a man to walk away from a loved one as there's always another whore in which he'll bury himself, balls deep within. You capture that piece of truth so well !
21st Aug 2016 12:49pm
you cast love in the gutter JF - and every French letter you send is written so beautifully it still makes it to the sea
Anonymous
22nd Aug 2016 11:25pm
Sir John, ONLY you can make these lines sound elegant...only you....
"and when he wants the taste of sin on his tongue, the bitter
squirting of deception & betrayal scalding his throat, & little curly
hairs caught in his teeth, he can eat a woman."
With love - Taryn xoxo
"and when he wants the taste of sin on his tongue, the bitter
squirting of deception & betrayal scalding his throat, & little curly
hairs caught in his teeth, he can eat a woman."
With love - Taryn xoxo
23rd Aug 2016 2:10am
Wonderful images, John, in this mesmerizing piece. Words burning like the smoke of stars written from a lexicon of another world. Awesome !
