bleeding details by Aaron MichaelHeads whip back when crushed against anvil-like necks She spun out of the glass-bottomed wagon, a trail of soft violet following. Im looking out a window and spitting in the potted plant. He dusts her off. What had hurt us? The relevance of words, Or the angled knee she pointed at his mouth? The creating of jazz music tinkles in the other room. I chew the inside of my cheek And rearrange the words there, So when they tumblefuck their way out They wont hurt
Truth is double-edged and wonderfully sharp, lets not split hairs with it. Our throats will be cut by the hands seeking To prove themselves. Keep to wrists and forearms, darling.
Keep breathing. Existence synthesizes thought, which becomes reality, which is mixed with pain to create life, And this entropic cycle catches us naked and confused everytime everytime everytime we come to blows this way
Somewhere we lost the beat And the apron keeps filling up with stains,
but last night you looked soft and ready. The half-life between your fists And your genitals Seemed washed enough for anyone with the right framing abilities.
How easily the dream came apart, like Indian summer in one's slipped disk. With lightning strokes, the words shot forward; instantaneously, radiantly, quickly and
the iris was snatched up, Sadism accounts for the facts "Dominate me with your overpowering penis!" Miss Nancy shrieked but we arent into giving,
The arguing pair deliberate with sorrowful slips. Never was a prepared pain known to be so picture perfect.
Everlasting shallow graves contemplating through the sky, And we bury ourselves in each others words? I say, bring on the shovel and dirt,
And let god sort out the details.
details,
details,
details,
and between you and i
all there can be are
details.
these minute points stab like a thousand
pincushion pricks
and leave us bleeding our souls out to each other
everytime
everytime
everytime
we come to blows this way. 03/28/2006 Author's Note: collab with Mags Hall.
Posted on 03/28/2006 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
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Posted by Elle O'Connor on 07/04/06 at 09:07 PM Well this is just wonderful. And I love the word "tumble$#%@." I grow frustrated when I find something this good, and it hasnt been SEEN. Repost it. It's really really deserving of being read. |
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