12.31.2010

poetmouth

oh Christ,
just listen to me
ok, this is
a goddamn lesson
in finality.
this is eat
your heart out
back alley drama
set to the tune
of an enormous
record needle
spinning the rings
of saturn.
words that cut
like a poem,
a death knell
that thunders
from one end of
the world to
the other
on the petals
of a gloxinia.
scratch "incite
a riot" off
your bucket list,
wayward sailor.
jar loose your
jaw bone, oh poets
of this midwest
tragedy.
know what it feels
like to lose
everything
and nothing
at once.
you wouldn't know
oppression if it
took you by the neck
and stuck its tongue
down your throat.
and all i can
offer you vagrant hearts
is the gentle touch
of a cold-blooded
killer.
its no wonder
the words escape us,
for we've murdered
every
single
last
one of them.

2 comments:

  1. you have this very House of Leaves-esque way of formatting some of your writing. This pacing made me feel kind of uneasy more so than the actual words.

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  2. Thanks I think. I get more pleasure out of formatting than I do the actual words. You can achieve a lot by clever formatting.

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