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For what future? What life? What gains?
Brushed aside like dead flies to distrust our own side
And to ponder these awful remains.
I wake up today to a world gone insane
Obsidian night, watchful you are –
My alert smile curved, only deserving
Your silent eye; bittersweeting, it
waits for my short circuit:
Here I fall, without relent.
You shroud me, disappear my resolve,
Shard my heart –
But only enough…
…I dream of mossed rest,
Leaves left to frond their own design
Your flight coils me; unopened
and foetal, I rattle through the roulette of dawn
as he comes
to warp me away from you.
Hooks in your back I hoist you up
You dangle from the ceiling
– Could, for all I care,
By one toe
Or your neck.
A bottled virus I open,
Blow seeds in your face.
– Could, for all I care,
Or your own vomit.
Blades of a butterfly flutter open,
Shining in the swinging light.
I share my tattoo,
Copy it to you
– Channels of blood run deep, bright.
I was in the news today
– did you miss it?
Well, I made the Horror Headlines.
They found my body,
in the river,
…had all come apart.
I had no teeth
nor eyes in my head,
I had the letter ten
burnt into my back.
They couldn’t figure that one out
and are currently investigating the matter further.
My coal-silk hair
in a plastic bag
brushed and shiny.
My fingernails, little almond slices,
in a harmonica case.
It’s the only time
I’ve ever been on TV.
I wish you’d seen me in the news.
‘Disjointed’ was published in Issue #4 of Riot Angel magazine, July 2005