Saturday, February 21, 2009

Slash

Tesorset your
partner in crime
testing organic sets
Poet-Dash / your sly cat
your face painted warrior
accurate / firm / soft handed
from beauty to violence
and back again in a flash
I won't protect you from fury
but I will let the streets run red
as I fight beside you / for you
I am at your command
and on my knees / just as I know you are
when battle formations require me to stand
well I'll grasp the scalp and you can take the scalpel
we'll be wide eyed and dripping from the chin
wet across the lip slow motion as the spatter
from throats of our enemies we'll let 'em breath
not with ease but set 'em free and let 'em bleed

I'm so artful when I'm the corner king
you the blazing arrow sharpened sting
the keystone queen / soulful songs emanate
from shadows pursing out behind your teeth

in the echo of the last blade needed
clanging against the concrete
from between our clasped hands
the heavy pant of your breath
in the ankle deep crimson afterglow

I find mine follows a single half note
differentiated from your own
creating a beat leaving dissipation ripples
in the wake of pooled footprints
that trace our light after the war steps
we settle into the near silence
timbre / the wavering voice of tomorrow
the mid tones / veins ribbon elation and lace
the bass / the space between my right eye
and that of your left as we depart side by side

you're so pretty when you blether me
you're just so beautiful when you scream

I pour you a hot bath that night
underneath the dead oak tree
sponge the dried blood from your skin
the crusted sweat from the corners of your eyes
comb the heavy knots from your hair with my fingers
I bandage your wounds with my strong hands
and wrap my arms around you like
if I do so tight enough there will be no worry
that the next war will ever take you away

in turn you do all of the same for me
you're so beautiful when you blether me
you are just so pretty when you scream

2 comments:

  1. Yes.
    This resonates with me more than most I think I've just finished reading an article about how abuse as a very young child floods the the brain with stress hormones that makes permanent changes right down to the genetic level. I can only assume the same goes for a loving childhood. Love and Blood has always gone hand in hand. Ir's a beautiful mindscape you've painted. You've erging the two concepts without being sappy or strident.

    "in the echo of the last blade needed
    clanging against the concrete
    from between our clasped hands
    the heavy pant of your breath
    in the ankle deep crimson afterglow"

    Fuck me! Heavy fuckin' dharma.
    Peace!
    T.A.

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  2. Yes.
    This resonates with me more than most I think I've just finished reading an article about how abuse as a very young child floods the the brain with stress hormones that makes permanent changes right down to the genetic level. I can only assume the same goes for a loving childhood. Love and Blood has always gone hand in hand. Ir's a beautiful mindscape you've painted. You've erging the two concepts without being sappy or strident.

    "in the echo of the last blade needed
    clanging against the concrete
    from between our clasped hands
    the heavy pant of your breath
    in the ankle deep crimson afterglow"

    Fuck me! Heavy fuckin' dharma.
    Peace!
    T.A.

    ReplyDelete