your unraveling honey…
can’t you feel the several strands of piano wire around your neck?
all your atoms have slowed and are aligning in the glycerin of disease
the speckles of decay oozing our of those tiny holes of yours.
Recidivism… body brace, bandages, an eye patch, cutting, splashing… the red hemoglobin dance as it oxygenates rushing to pull the two slices back into the holy matrimony of marriage, in parallel and whole again.
Zebra lines/ Criss-crossing; vertical horizontal or diagonal
Bruising; that multi colored patchwork of the body at work preservation micro stamped against every vessel, archery vain, cell and marrow…but not for you my gorgeous.
Rubber : erases but it can not erase you no matter how hard and with scorching a fever you jam it into the skins surface and sweep it up and down and in circles.
Headphones/Speakers; drown and drag down the sickness that lines the stomach, permeates the brain, shatters the eardrums and turns the teeth face numbingly sensitive
Windpipe/trachea/voicebox/; all useless to you now
Isolation; the scarf that winds in the clocks, spinning the world outside the thickening glass
getting humid in here isn’t it…
De-oxygenated blood: the blood that is true and running before it is funneled in all directions some times through rips, holes , gouges and paper cuts it will funnel and clot and stop running; the natural gummed plaster for preservation.
Again honey not for you.
Again honey in spite of you
Again honey despite of you.
Photo: Olaf-Unverzart, Untitled, from the series fallen kann ich auch alleine 1999
Photo: Visible Woman by Perry Vasquez