Sunday, December 30, 2012

my life, a cinematic wraparound

dancing high 
on clove smoke
compound nothingness
at a Siouxsie show
short and dyed
pinned down

cut black
black and close
lined with charcoal 
or strapped up
rub your dry cough

unknown rabbits
feeling run rampant
I want that

rend, wrench, wreck
around my guts 
rent and hamstrings

rend flesh from bone
pull back, dig down
reveal the throughout

a moment's doubt
listening for sound
nose and choke, 

all around us 
lightning ho!

magick foreground

hold constant
don't land yet

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