Funny Shaped Cut
by SebDaez
Posted to Poetry on 2002-03-19 00:34:00
One hap-hazard attempt to stare
Beyond the depths of a hand held mirror
At blindfolds and blood soaked dressings
Bindings, and five layers of DNA make-up
No tourniquet to forbid the bleeding
Wounds dripping, and diving by artistry
A pair made for threading, although still
Tweezing along the lining, swirls of many
Escaping thoughts of vomiting
A quick solution to rinse everything clean
Remaining stark inside this sea
Although the scent of a puss-pocket is enticing
Sweeping speeds cross-stitching and butterflies
Bondings this flesh and bone are fighting
A tiny caplet chaser, to ease the aching sounds
High resolution sutures itching at my cranium
Just how many strokes will fit in there
Followed feelings of a thousand tears, pulling
Streaking upon a face that no longer exists
Or scarcely remembers being, for that matter
The phantom of my own tunneling
Haunting around every melting bend of the mind
Swarming wormholes, disappear into thin air
Erasure of those thoughts that had once lived there
Outer limits seeking reward, now surface
Justice resides in karmic relieving
Wanting retribution for all that its witnessed
Succumbed by the brutality of a genius
Silently slipping back into the darkness
With each pin-hole pricking, there’s an entrance
Searching every corner for closure
Containing loose fragments that keep wanting
To wander about, or fall again to the floor
Petals of essential dues, for the final zipping
Could this be all there really is
To completing the head job of the century
Black haired mistresses and weathering stitches
Center stage spotlight dawned a funeral procession
Better than being a side line watcher, I guess
This funny shaped cut arriving before me