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Small Deaths or Circles of Hell
by Nicole AssenzaHealy Wounds or Holy Scars;
You could stick around—
IÂ’ve got a seat saved
(in SatanÂ’s mouth)
ThereÂ’s a reborn six shooter with a
Loaded man behind and
This book is manÂ’s will of God
Special things like cherry pie—
And ounces and tons of fulfillment—
Are actually carrots to be dangled
In a Sistine dream
Arrange those joys again
So no tears are touching
Signed, yes, again
(ItÂ’s the seventh seal and
Skipping floor cracks this week)
Obsessively, Compulsion
Dust that heart off
IÂ’m allergic to dust
To your atticÂ’s ancient breath
And all kinds of thorny, crown-making
—uhm, plants
IÂ’m coughing up your revolution
Sneezing out salvation—
Run out while you can,
Your lips still with the kiss of Oscar Wilde
Or some other saint of literary reason
I sew the bee line—
(You get a pole)
But ‘whole’ probably means something else here
Especially since that definition wonÂ’t ever
Involve a noun called ‘you’
This has nothing to do
With this; —Tangent about Satan’s three faces in the Middle Ages
Sticking tooth knives into pederastic people
Who just wanted to save Rome
From a syphilitic tyrant
But isnÂ’t suicide a sin anyways?
Damn pagans!
Toss my sense
Like a street corner apple
And perhaps consider the following:
Judas lifts his own cross, darling
11/29/2006 Author's Note: I don't know.
Posted on 11/29/2006
Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 11/30/06 at 07:58 AM I’m coughing up your revolution
Sneezing out salvation— What a great line! This was a great read. Well done and thanks for sharing this piece with us. -Kat :) |
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