fuck me (part 27)
Flies tattooed on dead flowers.
I am curious. That is
To say an odd
Child with no legs
Clinging to a leash. "Crunch"
The diary says, a
Gravel on red earth. Hunch
My mind says, my
Back
And forth
Across
The prism
Of adversity.
(It's old
To be tired, it's
Young. Its
Tied to my
Wrist, angel's
Applause
Which is siren
To elder devils, which
Is silence, which
Is rebellion
In reverse. You
Took my pulse
Now give it back.
Dead flies tattooed on flowers
How does the ending
And the evening
Erupt?)
Flies tattooed on dead flowers.
I am curious. That is
To say an odd
Child with no legs
Clinging to a leash. "Crunch"
The diary says, a
Gravel on red earth. Hunch
My mind says, my
Back
And forth
Across
The prism
Of adversity.
(It's old
To be tired, it's
Young. Its
Tied to my
Wrist, angel's
Applause
Which is siren
To elder devils, which
Is silence, which
Is rebellion
In reverse. You
Took my pulse
Now give it back.
Dead flies tattooed on flowers
How does the ending
And the evening
Erupt?)
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FYI i took that quote from a paragraph in Bukowski On Bukowski in which dhe enounces the bard quite reasonably, but i thought "Shakespeare is shit" has a nice ring to it
i saw this guy on the bus on the way to work and his face was quite horribly damaged; i suspect he was indeed in a fire. what got me though was that he seemed confident. he had a nice chat with the driver, then got off n went on his way.
it's always a bit of a wake-up call when you see a deformity and recoil internally but then realise the person is just getting on with it. it's very humbling, hence i wrote the piece as a child might, instead of pontificating for 40 lines. no thoughts on a title yet, though. any ideas?