1.
What have you wrote upon my skin,
that rafter wherever wads crossed?
A little sample
The environment you flung lie all about,
the mare's nest of my missing waist
four-quartered - and in spite of this I lied,
Other reports
I met your blade, you did me in.
Your knife's chromatic claim has staked this room
for all I've done, or not -
where you've reached, deposits uncleanness you -
a cuff limed red, inked through, blood-sopped:
and I am rent where drive holed me,
from vine to stern arranged all about,
locked into death as to this room
where fixed I lie, unreasoned.
Buckled now by ripping's acid meat,
you'll simply vanish -
yet I'll not be loosed from the bone
till morning comes, and finds me done.
2.
Where you've bypassed, that's the end game:
I necessitate undivided facts to get the missing right,
to systematise where on earth cracks aren't papered secure.
It's a system, laid in a cellar, it has self-reference.
We can code ourselves, risk is what's titled -
measured in the stewed deeds, anointed
and sounded in the roof of the mouth wherever the fearfulness sounds.
What's been coming? What has the chest
and the torpid humour served to create,
this bony tourniquet, this darkened lid
closed on a increase maw? We part and
bluntly gob out artifice, we rub seam on seam,
tighten ends and sheathe the shuttered orb viable.
Creeping present we have the saddle sore / to junction.
3.
It ran the length of all the life you'd had
the day they splayed you spatchcock at the slab,
deboned you, sheared your wrapping and plugged
the missing hollow that caused your bosom to go underwater.
They leftmost their mark - 8 inches and a part
of you embossed, discoloured, in order scarred
between your breasts where all who could, could see -
yet you'd not change, would hand down it be.
A cloven is what divides us in our lives
in diverse ways, and what is full survives
reduction to the scars we almost not own -
these knobby parts, scraped points that mark the day
the vocalist rose, and did not suffer away
but shining us instead, until we shone.
4.
palate cut
shin-bone barked
wrist drip-limned
finger burnt
knuckle gouged
axilla line
eyebrow flecked
kneecap drained
thumb flesh scorched
nose-bridge bust
thigh dog-bit
elbow knocked
ankle chipped
wristbone slashed
coccyx jarred
forehead caught
I take a nap awake
and breakthrough it in
the darker parts
the drenched trace
a suspicion maligned
or misaligned
a celestial unwooded out
to suction its last
in agony
and in virtuous faith
the angles left
abashed, preserved
the flesh respect leaves
in you, the urge
abroad at concluding -
thin want's awash.
5.
A thorn-bright hook wherever you'd crept in
had dragged my gut up done my mouth
& covered you to the fault
I crank you from. A standardised slip,
and yet I hauled you through the parts
where I hungered, minimized myself
& frayed the sceptre I frailed you with -
you ran me off,
you prised the rot out from the gum.
The come into flower of the want of you had spread
throughout the heart-hung internal -
I injured and eroded your traces where
they discolored - a bludgeon for a scalpel
and the thumping of a hide-bound hammer
were all it took to calk the tripe
I saved in me. The what's left was torched,
and I stood awhile to heat up my hands
on all the uninjured and rage.
When body burns, the bone residue -
a structured fragment in the ash
is pestled catchy but still object.
The urn holds prepare until the end -
but now I've shucked you from my own
there's no amount of grinding
that's to appropriate - what's through with is done,
the wen of you minimized to nought,
your undulation endless dried in my tegument.
6.
My mouth's gum-arch and pivot knot
has had me gagged;
the clamour transmuted and replaced
or bowed at the palate's line,
hawking design while it gutted me
in the places where on earth my will was in rout.
Who's not weakened by a loss
becomes its inheritor - rendered hint it yet remains,
reshapes, appends.
Scarred wherever wounds have been closed,
we do not live from manus to mouth
but sweepstake on what has been back -
they stitched me up, and where they stitched
they made me unbroken. A clogged mass
I tongued and tongued,
a rough wool that reached to books,
that reached elapsed the hand & mouth
to human learning, quality gain,
and what it changed, it gone the said.
It's this I lurch on recounting
what I bring to mind of my past -
for all the life span I consistency and feel,
I'm ready-made of what they learned:
I am ready-made of study.
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