Saturday, October 22, 2011

Primrose Cilia

Nongarrulously received under white and rounds
Message under the paralyzed, choked at the womb
This here, built cornea, glazed by black
Slung throat choked beneath the mirror
A debt unpaid that never went found
Here lies the four
Several costs and newly single brown eyed orphan
Scraping against dead skin
A railroad to the sea
Lift up your skin
Lift up your eyes
Scattered around limbless fetal nesting
Reign me down, loud as quicksand
My fingernails have burst out of my skin
Contact, let his buried mistakes known
My sores build as I lay to rest on this abandoned bed sheet
Separate our realities from fiction
I ask the snakes to hiss so I can sleep tonight.

"My lies are an abandoned mansion with so many rides."
Possess the pigeon and abort the diamonds
Flesh to flesh
What is that that carries me away?
Metal stabbing the vein
Punctured flesh released the thirsty blood
Sleepless nights ruffle the first born winds
Movement recalled from the infant brain
The purpose of life yanks at my hairs
Clenching to the bone
Thirst these dry lungs
Like the desert storm hitting me

Blindfolded but the ears sense a new tall tale
Ramming broken blisters
A reteething prospect
Bones suck in silence
This repetition rains saliva
Heavy on the heart
Heavy on the eyes
Heavy on the eyelids of the creator
Life support for the dead
Limbless surgeons pick out a smoldered answer
Hung and over blasting
Dress this bullet through my eyes
I've never seen the sun
Wearing a dress
And mother's late for dinner again.

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