Saturday, 12 August 2017

Gargles of blood



I'm locked in stupid 
Caves enameled 
By the smiles of living madness 
In this lukewarm labyrinth the dentist
When I wake up
I will have no teeth 
Gargles of blood 
Gargles of blood 

It's too late for me 
but you better run away 
Run away from school
You know the golden rule 
Elbow patches connote pure evil - 
this much is true 
And when you see a sweater 
cashmere even lamb's wool 
Around the neck of your opponent 
Be sure to smear your throat with garlic 
A crucifix of garlic 
Symbol of oppression 
Dog collar transvestite
Beat that

She wants to take 
Her innocence back 
Clean the oceans 
Trim her toes 
I can give her 
Both my paintings 
And the losses 
I have lost 
Like eleven years 
Of deathly credibility 
Like my prescience 
And my watch my watch 
Buried in the grass by an alkie cop with a shovel 
In this lukewarm labyrinth the tunnel 
Of push and mud 
When I wake up
I will have white teeth 
And a mole 
Gargles of blood 
Gargles of blood 

I'm locked in stupid 
Caves enameled 
By the smiles of living madness 
In this lukewarm labyrinth the dentist
When I wake up
I will have no teeth 
No extenuating soul 
Gargles of blood 
Gargles of blood.


12/08/17 


pic: Artaud 










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