Let the Blood Clot

The verdict is jettisoned derelicts conscious of their right to life and individual licks whisper wet like what with one single breath / understood what's underneath the stretchered hood of righteousness / indignation subservient with a harsh lisp / tongueless with a single kiss / you hope the silence is blessed / wrists creak loudly enough for them to become words an utterance you can make out over the buzz but the mind sighs fuzz / coddled ambiance microscopical ambulance / now let the sirens take you / don't raise a single nail / or lift the plank / you've failed to file / down the layers breathe deep and all ways stale / let the blood clot / the stress escapes like screams and steam / a team of waiters deemed my organs clean / while bored and waiting but what they mean is that your veins are empty as the streets beam light white blinding / bending broken in the knees melt into the concrete juxtaposed along the glass store burning building reflected in your half full eye I seem to see mine / and I am afraid / and I am afraid not that there is no difference between us now but that there never was in the first place / I lose a sense of my in/div/idu/ality / my control of chaos and whatever was random / today is what I miss the most / let the blood clot as if there is only ever tomorrow / in the present future the human with no body is king nobody is king / so let the blood clot / nobody is king nobody's asking / let the blood clot let the blood clot / I am not me and today never existed so the wound remains clean...
...let the blood clot.

Why I am Monogamous

So i was talking with 'tasha last night and said some things i dont think ive ever thought about quite in this way before. I feel the need to expand on those thoughts as I believe they are nutritious mind/soul food for all of you as well as myself and 'tasha.

You do not have the right to say that I am yours
and I do not have the right to say that you are mine
But I give you the privilege to say that I am yours
and you give me the privilege to say that you are mine
and since some times we do not feel as if we deserve the happiness
and love we feel for and from our partner so this privilege is truly an honor at all times
because we are only ever in this because we want to be
it is a choice to give an aspect of ourselves
an aspect of the power allowed by our individuality
to the means to an end (or endlessness) of a complete circle
when we are honest and giving of our power to our partner
we find that we harbor and exude more than we ever thought possible.

and i know you would not be mad if i fell into temptation and slept with someone else
but that is not the point
it is not the fear of your disappointment and anger that keep me from doing so
I stay my ass out the temptation pool because I recognize that my feelings for and want of you are deeper and stronger than my carnal lust because I know that inside my mind regardless of what my cock may say sometimes I don't want anyone but you. you have given me the privilege to say that you are mine and I honor that.

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

Yesterday.

The most honesty I feel I could continuously
contribute to any given moment is that of silence.
My words remain the accent
drawing (int/)attention
but by no means encompass
the entirety of my work.

/

There are moments where I fall into
a land of space of eyes between us
where I swear I could look into yours forever.

Satya Symptoms

And I was all of the grass and what could have been
I was the hope born of said sought since crass eluded brethren
a leather man cracking temperament frail like caustic claws
veil shining on the backside of animals we bled for tournament
tails torn from the serpentine throat fangs scratch roads
once slithered along by better men
washed out along the shore
bellies rubbed sore for I could no longer afford the rent
too socked and spent talons subjugated at the knuckle
tampered with and bent / scarification my only language
heavy transcribed to be raw / real in rags we dress deeply meant
unkempt the space between the walls thinning my cheeks
widens my jaws / the pressure on floorboards
hardly enough at this time for the movement of self
shingles sapped our cottonmouths in the dry of night
racked these souls for and of all that is right
sacked a cloth bag of embers across my sight
what I whispered was the light at the end of the path behind me
something disdain / I never looked at never noticed again
since this day forth when I put aside me any worries of the plight
when the virus died inside me
when i thought what was might
was the things I could touch around me
the winds pushing downwards falsely
convinced me of the longevity of gravity
'til the infant creature fell out of my hands
upwardly
happen stance gingerly poised kickstands
metaphors of euthanasia not imagery
well it may not be the virus but something has to die tonight
sate hitam satyam / the virus trust me is digital
satya based in organia and salvation the push and the light
well it may not be the virus but something has to die tonight
but I will only go out once the wind has blown by just right
when I reach out my hand in confidence and say "it is done
and any setting sun of sickness *phst* it can keep the victims
the half empty syringe of my nervousness and my spite"