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bleeding details

by Aaron Michael

Heads whip back when crushed against anvil-like necks
She spun out of the glass-bottomed wagon, a trail of soft violet following.
I’m 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 won’t hurt

Truth is double-edged and wonderfully sharp,
let’s 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 aren’t 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 other’s 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

Member Comments on this Poem
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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