to survive the alive
Posted by Thanatos [ badhoge AT hotmail DOT com ]; on August 09, 2006 at 15:06:36:
her tired sullen will and moth eaten heart
squirmed screamed and teased with blood drains
and the inflamed truth of art
her interpreted tongue was her sword of damascus
to see, to look into the existence
of
she found nothing more of imported importance
everything became the same
with every exact motion
she sold her shares of Seventeen and Teenbeat
to an eight year old boy dressed in bishops robes
first came the slithering doubt, then direct knowledge
courage carefully dripped through in milk
and the driven fear clung
like tired old skin
waiting to be caressed or peeled
thats when we awoke and she fell temperate and insecure
into the lavish waves of stained sheets and revolting praise
pinned to her chest a message "If I'm out, I'm out, do not bring me to!"
and the world mourned the passing of her heroine tongue