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Celeviscera

by Peter Hsu

He listens to horns blaring
funeral marches for grey eyes
flesh on concrete, static in rubber
a colorless world of corners and wires
where the maggots search for feet
and the horns echo their funeral truths
that taste like copper and hurt his teeth
and the eyeless boy feels around him
refuse-water that drips on his head
plastering dead hair to a square skull
that streams down angry shoulders
threading into his bare jacket
and the horns blast a storm
coffin vapor streams from toothy trumpets
lingering in the air as the eyeless boy
glides over the carpet of fallen pendulums
gently parting the seas of cold-eyed buildings
desperately swallowing their pavement visions
while bland streamers drip into caverns in his face
clawing their weary way through his ears
and the horns lash the heavens
tearing clouds to shreds and tatters
all wailing as they plummet to the freezing landscape
a block of institutional dreams set in stone
flinching with each bruised body that meets the fake ground
leaving small imprints that fill up with leprous worms
that he scoops up and squeezes in one hand
to feel some other type of viscera run down his arm
meticulously dissecting his skin until someday it will be gone
and the horns shred the beginnings of a rainbow
flinging dying colors that decay into ash
he turns his face upwards and glimmering enamel
split his desert lips that no moisture will ever heal
and the refuse-water invades the cracks of his mouth
mixing with the effluence of words that died
and they leak down a rotting tunnel
limping into a secretly screeching pustule
half-heartedly plugging the holes.

01/18/2005

Author's Note: celebrate: To extol or praise. viscera: The soft internal organs of the body. My celebration of my inside. (everything horrible one sees is the reflection of something horrible in oneself)

Posted on 04/22/2005
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