Thursday, 7 June 2018

your ravaged body

I might miss 
The nervous stresses 
The swollen chords 
Of self mutilation 
Well I might 
Maybe not 

Voices taunt me
You're a zilch
And your wife 
Has plucked your splinter 
From your bed 
From her heart 
She did quite right 
Your madness killed her 
Now she wears 
Another's passion 
Like the steam 
Of a broken cup 

Here is an epitaph 
For the death of my hate 
I surrender 
To the will of God 
Can't control you 
Like a rainbow 
You will fracture 
On the canvass 
Throw brilliant rays 
of mystical wonder 
Up against 
the darkling cloud 

I might miss 
The nervous stresses 
The swollen chords 
Of self mutilation 
Well I might 
Maybe not 

That's all gone now 
Vestige remains 
I adore your ravaged body 
Did I bite you 
Like a vampire 
Would you like to 
Bite me back
Like a deadly
Kickbox rematch
Did I sever your Aorta 
And the lovely 
Innocent mask 
Obedient daughter 
show me where it really hurts 
Or you'll tell me 
"Please don't ask"

I might miss 
The hell and drama 
Kiss and tell me 
All those lies 
It might linger 
The masochism 
Burning acid
In my eyes. 


08/06/18














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