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late-laced
by Ginette T BelleI bite my tongue
it tastes different
and if you kiss
the hollow of my neck
the bitter dew of those lost boys
would linger at the back of your throat
it doesn't matter that it wasn't real
a bubble above my head - empty
I can still hear the CRASH, BOOM
the POP in my ears
distorting the future
I don't want to think these thoughts
but I can't make them disappear
they follow me
ringing their hands
I used to think I was cattle in the crowd
but I am pink, pot belly pink
rolling in the mier
singing with the slugs
preparing for burial at sea
burning arrows under my skin
and it's quite comforting
the smell of burning flesh
I could fall asleep here
I could fall asleep
11/25/2003 Posted on 11/25/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/25/03 at 03:54 PM wow. this is my favorite by you, i think. the whole thing is a tortured soul, laughing in the faces of angels and mortal alike. i have seen these stars, my friend, seen the underbelly of the beast, seen the images that god has swallowed and spewed. i have seen the world, gorgeous, seen the stars and the words beneath. i have seen death. and it is beautiful. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/25/03 at 04:29 PM I don't know if you meant the allusion... but this is very Buddhistic. Living in the charnal grounds. Great images that both stun and startle. Excellent read. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/25/03 at 07:09 PM Hmmm...in my humble opinion, one of the strongest pieces you've posted here...a new favorite of mine of yours. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 11/25/03 at 09:17 PM Oh Ginette! The end is a sweet exhale... |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 11/30/03 at 08:52 PM this is absolutely overwhelming. bravo. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/16/03 at 08:03 PM Rhythmic and captivating; this an excellent piece! |
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