November 4, 2010

hurly burly

Stretched rib cage
Curdled fat
Beneath the wrinkles
Of decades
With searing optical zoom
Gut ripped
From cunt
To vocal cords
Split open
To see what's inside
My heart beats
Words and love
Through tired veins
Useless organs
Squirming in thought
Holding on to you
Each piece of me
A sponge of simile
Died red
The purr
Of knowing
So lost
In the death of night
I can barely hear you breathe
On the moon
As the moon
I'm opened
You watch from the sky
The alone
Of this muted hurly burly
Un bear able
As scalpel's edge
Through thin skin

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