Saturday, December 18, 2021

Unstable Calmness

 

the embrace of the piano, the lungs of the violin, the death of the viola—crying out murder, giggling in sin, listening to waves—the curse of the songbird, the screaming of the mockingbird, feelings burning havoc—those bones bleeding, the marrow falling, the gravel rising, the gavel one last evening.

utter more pain in love as sought in insecurities; tears in clubs, twigs in forests the anxiety of the mistress—wanting to fall in love, wanting to celebrate—the angst of the womb, the power in control, a need to have testimony; so potent, so penchant, going in for one last resurrection—from deaths, these lives, those worlds, into a dungeon—made of filth, lovely dirt, dripping oils, laughing insanely, eyes bleeding.

just say something. just hate me. just cleanse me of hopes, dreams, ambition. just hold me, screaming, it can’t exist, fretting the puncture, bathed in tears, craving mercy, given hell to absorb; many arts, our body magic, cleaving, dying, one more excellence—the battle, the arc, the structure of instability.   

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