anemic star
by nowherenothing
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-09-25 07:11:00
make a precise incision blood blooming crimson out a rose of decay petals forming from the sanguis tears which drip from my wrist, billowing out stem and leaf riding mortality and laden with the saline cries of muffled eyes refusing to share the rain which falls from the purple sky crowded and dull with the light pollution of dying cities housing the suburbia plague, symptoms of complancency and wealth turning our fervers cold and our mouths dry and it’s so fucking empty. so empty. as we mill around like wind up dolls (turn my key please?) with mechincal steps to a drum from the state so swallow those pulls which give you comfort and calm your fever blue red crimson like my blood that i weep with because it’s the only way to feel now, neurons and transmitters deceased like how i wish and pray every night upon a sickly white anemic star which falls only to be replaced by a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy and we lie to ourselves thinking it’s the same because we need something real in this dying world of clever smiles witty nods and a face made out of paper mache. absent god take me now like a black sheep to your white fold bleed bleed bleed bleed bleed – pointless.