Review the last few movements,
adjust the length and raise it up to a level of perfection.
Now swallow vinegar every morning to clear the cords.
begin the dance again.
the swarming bees flit and fuss around the long garden walkway
the air is sinister with invisible demons to launch attacks deep down.
sword swallower, light this torch on fire and show me how its done.
take it slowly in so i can read the flesh marks behind your teeth.
clench it with your skull and let the blue flames become your breath outwards.
my marks are all easily washed downward. spiraling in silly limericks
of post marked poems lathered in varnish; potent carcinogens for its arrival.
expose, snort and release.
taking in the toxins of her stomach flu, of his addiction and her longing.
i walk back up the lofty loud staircase. begin the deluge and the ungrounding.
my raft is useless and my scuba gear has molded away in the attic.
all i have are these limbs that are burning into my sides and smacking myself in the face.
they are useless to me as my torso slides and my face flattens from the constant hammering.
my sheets are torn and covered sanguine.
the bed place is no place for lovers. but nothing more than an iron maiden. a chance for scraping flecks of flesh and devouring chunks of my skeleton.
i havent visited anyone yet. not, after this beating. the dullards have no clue as to the point that i have reached. im Zachary in the desert. and some bastard Judas' son.
the day brings the forest of clouds over the skyward areas I can view from the porch.
my mind chants inward: rain, rain, rain.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
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This one is good.
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