Κυριακή, 15 Φεβρουαρίου 2009

The Gods Of Incoherence.



With elliptical precision I commence the aortic mitosis.
Should a morning to come, ever try to cancel today,
this line already defined by two points,
a geometrical groupsex agenda,
will cut through the dilemmas
like veins cut through skin.

The luminous darkness falls with my lids
and the small speck of light in the corner,
right by the slightly broken wall plug,
is the next fluorescent day to come:
with the lists on the fridge and the dentists
and the unleaded prices and phone rings
and my hand dripping red, red! Like,
like the sun when I met you.

There is peace in my breathing but there's death in my eyes
There is kindness in gestures but there's death in my eyes
There is light out the window -death in my eyes
There is you and there's me
And the rest, in my eyes
For the rest, death, for the rest, death, death, death
drip fucking drip sing the fingers
slash fucking slash roar the arms
click bloody click sighs the trigger
bang fucking bang go the ticks and

There is love in my thrusting and there's care in my touch
There is all I could hope for and there's death in my eyes
And your face, and your eyes and your hair and your lips
And your skin and your legs and your neck and your moisture
And your fingers, your lingers, your whimpers, your moans
And your head and your feet and your words and your nails
And the rest, and the rest, and the rest is but death
Drip fucking slash, click bloody bang
Elliptical precision -aortic decision
A geometrical gangbang agenda that will cut through dilemmas
Like carbon alloy steel cuts through flesh and bones as

The luminous darkness soars out my lids
And the small speck of light in the corner
Right by the raging beast-god Electricity
drowns, oh it drowns and shivers and curves up and ends
and the lists paper-cut the children of dentists
and the unleaded gas burn the towns and the cities
and my hand dripping red
red like the sun when I met you
lies there with the filth and the trash
I will take out tomorrow
before you wake up and
after I've made you breakfast.

3 σχόλια:

  1. Trains of might, surpassed might be.

    Just liked the "train schedule" at the bottom (in the end, dare I not say).

    Well... and the trained slips of the tongue, as well.

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  2. "Trained slips of the tongue" eh.

    I envy the person who can so obviously enjoy his accumulated sadness -such peace, I can never find in mine.

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