So they could have a conversation
Taught them to switch places;
From each pore in my skin grew shimmering eyes!
And fingerprints filled the eye sockets
And I sang for people passing a strange song
Told them stories without moving my lips!
(Mouth half-open, still)
They assumed the words came from themselves;
These unfamiliar thoughts
Aaaaaa Aaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaaaa
The ribs painted their fingernails
(Black! of course)
And on the edges of the cunt
Grew little teeth!
The clitoris, that great sphinx, opened its eye:
So many blind years, acting Oedipus
For the wind howling
Secret tales for them to learn
Then from my veins came a strange itching
And I felt a pull through the shoulder blades
I should have seen it coming!
The blood was itching!
And etched a hole at the nape of the neck
Like a long, red ribbon to the sky
The dark sky lay against my skin
So close –
Like an eyelid
- Engines in the City
- Blood Flight
- Portrait of the Young Gir..
- How Gentle
- A Silver Fox
- Golden Locks
- This Is a Thirst
- Milk of Marrow
- Black Morning/Viscera