It's time to write
like a loosening of the bowels
this thought is pushing its tiny
sticky head
through the egg shell
of my mind
I hate this city
and sometimes
it hates me too
There is a word
bouncing around my head
stucatto
I feel - Staccato
I feel staccato here
here and now
a noisy noisy staccato
like wind whistling
stopping
in a cavity near my heart
How is it possible
for this city
to put its long
uncut nail fingers
so deep in my gut
that the exit wound
is a loud heavy metal scratch all the way
up
I can see my muscle and flesh and tissue
on those talons
like the talons are giggling
sputtering
my blood and the city sewers
back at me
let me be whole
in my darkness
Why must you intrude
With your lights
That stillness in my mind
Wont scare me anymore
But this scattered
Kinetic
Energy of this city
Will burst in
With a thousand seductive memories
With cheap horror movie make up
this city
my city
chases me through
my own
bloody arteries
twisting off into blue veins
while i stand
transfixed
by the roar
of this city
this noisy
insidious
metallic
sound of
this city.
And then I see you breaking too
Searching
Hungering
That sludge
In your stomach
Must be hard to digest
A thousand thriving
On the unsteady beating of your heart
Pissing into your life blood
Im laughing at you too
Everyday
Through petrol fumes
But I don’t want to be you
I don’t want to be hard and strong
And breakable
I want soft and supple
And bendy happiness
I am one
And one is quite enough
