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exodus of marrow
exodus of marrow
from the name
of all things
outbursting wayward wing,
commence it on a slant and spit lavish/slavish / petal'd out
in pools of posturing\ becoming vicious without blinking.
we here the maimed
and the chemical icedust
we choose to believe
in
out
in again
vastly vivisecting
to drive the mainline stasis
to memorize the traces
of molecular faces
strangely pooling upon
the windowpane
of tousled dawn strangely
To extract her vengeance
jump'dt bullettime upon the sniper head contagium
& here i near fell asleep forever
in bottomless bathtubs of tawny ether
and sunk into the poem and the fever,
engaged radiolarian waters faster, deeper,
to dive the funnel'd daydream screaming
bone-blistered & over-driven,
Madly in lust lifelong
with dying for a living, me, he said, I've
been projecting again,
the petrification of privilege, and slamming
Cytoplasmic cataclysm upon the seashore
'til all gone to ground, & steeped in the shiver
of her under-rivers
of remembered flesh, fingers,
- patterns of wordless permutation
perverting the penance .
So hark thee O albatross we harken to remember
the hurrah of godspeed sound to see thee over
the land and seas all afire,
crisscrossing the double libido
devilishly here and downabove
our watery winter wonderwaste
and gliding
steeper
steeper
along the swallowing sureshot mouth
gnawing wanderlust warmth
& eyes ashy in the metaphorical grindhouse of metaphysical mindlife,
dripdropping
recoil shell-casings
of water lilies
that i've been breeding, feeding
poppy seeds and hyacinth vesper
these low lowly hours and counting
slowly
the thousand million coronets placed critically upon
the brow we together gathered,
layered in sticks and stitches, signed in water, (remember, remember?) and laid
ever-so neatly to waste
at the foot of the head,
best you said, for containment
- ( or dismemberment entirely , )
whatever best suits you suits me
in the stricture of our salt-sweat spinning
yellow everything
from the formless meat of gravitational Earth
and gargantuan bloodletting to bind in barb'd tracers of tireless wire
the holy body in towers of tallow;
so snug me tight alright tonight alright
with your
whistling whispery ways
that recall just now, the inheritance of plenty -
and all soulful nothing
Published 5th Feb 2013
| Edited 18th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
5th Feb 2013 9:11am
Beautiful, like under worldly or other worldly writing, very unique and original!
