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1.

What have you wrote upon my skin,

that lintel where wads crossed?

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The environment you flung lie all about,

the muddle of my lacking waist

four-quartered - and though I lied,

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I met your blade, you did me in.

Your knife\\'s brownish asseveration has staked this room

for all I\\'ve done, or not -

where you\\'ve reached, deposits dirtiness you -

a lap limed red, inked through, blood-sopped:

and I am let wherever hungriness holed me,

from theme to nonindulgent set all about,

locked into extermination as to this room

where static I lie, unreasoned.

Buckled now by ripping\\'s vinegary meat,

you\\'ll simply peter out -

yet I\\'ll not be loosed from the bone

till antemeridian comes, and finds me finished.

2.

Where you\\'ve bypassed, that\\'s the end game:

I need intact facts to get the nonexistent right,

to systematize wherever cracks aren\\'t papered lock.

It\\'s a system, set in a cellar, it has self-reference.

We can belief ourselves, stake is what\\'s called -

measured in the stewed deeds, anointed

and measured in the palate wherever the fear sounds.

What\\'s been coming? What has the chest

and the inactive humour served to create,

this prepare tourniquet, this darkened lid

closed on a broadening maw? We divide and

bluntly gob out artifice, we rub seam on seam,

tighten ends and wrapper the closed globe viable.

Creeping here we have the impudence / to gap.

3.

It ran the physical property of all the existence you\\'d had

the day they splayed you spatchcock at the slab,

deboned you, sheared your rind and plugged

the misplaced tunnel that caused your hunch to hop.

They gone their mark - eight inches and a part

of you embossed, discoloured, precisely scarred

between your breasts where all who could, could see -

yet you\\'d not change, would leave your job it be.

A cloven is what divides us in our lives

in contradictory ways, and what is full-page survives

reduction to the scars we hardly own -

these jumbled parts, abraded points that mark the day

the vocalist rose, and did not undergo away

but lustrous us instead, until we shone.

4.

palate cut

shin-bone barked

wrist drip-limned

finger burnt

knuckle gouged

axilla line

eyebrow flecked

kneecap drained

thumb flesh scorched

nose-bridge bust

thigh dog-bit

elbow knocked

ankle chipped

wristbone slashed

coccyx jarred

forehead caught

I physiological condition awake

and breakthrough it in

the darker parts

the soppy trace

a intuition maligned

or misaligned

a universe cleared out

to suction its last

in agony

and in upright faith

the angles left

abashed, preserved

the flesh esteem leaves

in you, the urge

abroad at ultimate -

thin want\\'s afloat.

5.

A thorn-bright hook wherever you\\'d crept in

had dragged my gut up through with my mouth

& covered you to the fault

I lifting device you from. A mean slip,

and yet I hauled you done the parts

where I hungered, belittled myself

& frayed the rod I frailed you near -

you ran me off,

you prised the rot out from the gum.

The come into bud of the deficiency of you had spread

throughout the heart-hung interior -

I abraded and scoured your traces where

they discoloured - a club for a scalpel

and the thump of a hide-bound hammer

were all it took to calk the tripe

I recovered in me. The respite was torched,

and I stood for a while to heat my hands

on all the undamaged and fury.

When organic structure burns, the prepare rest -

a structured part in the ash

is pestled concrete but inactive lees.

The urn holds bony until the second -

but now I\\'ve shucked you from my own

there\\'s no amount of grinding

that\\'s to lug - what\\'s through with is done,

the wen of you small to nought,

your undulation agelong dried beneath my pigskin.

6.

My mouth\\'s gum-arch and pin knot

has had me gagged;

the sound transmuted and replaced

or crooked at the palate\\'s line,

hawking aim time it gutted me

in the places where on earth my will was in rout.

Who\\'s not weakened by a loss

becomes its heritor - rendered hint it yet remains,

reshapes, appends.

Scarred wherever wounds have been closed,

we do not stay alive from mitt to mouth

but mark out on what has been earlier -

they seamed me up, and wherever they stitched

they made me livelong. A clotted mass

I tongued and tongued,

a unsmooth yarn that reached to books,

that reached elapsed the paw & mouth

to human learning, human gain,

and what it changed, it gone the aforesaid.

It\\'s this I gait on recounting

what I talk about of my precedent -

for all the existence I knowingness and feel,

I\\'m ready-made of what they learned:

I am made of research.

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