Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Poems written with no adolescent sperm and heart’s blood.

Hymn 1

Knifed, and
Bladed –
Content in the blurs,
I tower over
These evergreens
Of cult-control
On watch;
For genesis of days
Humming skeletons
To concentration yards.

Hymn 2

Of undwelling lifeless-
Ness,

Illusions and delusions
Both of shadows and pillows;

Of confused figurines,
One in colour and superior pall –
The maw who reserves all confusion…

His draining eyes are silent now!
Self-absorbed fairies, wired
And operating…
To mend detached bodies;
the blurb thereof –
To play the rough-ridden garment of love
Tearing at the seams.

Hymn 3
The Leg

And naked
He towered upon
Her gaze, not
Ashamed of
His senseless body…

She caresses
Him, for he said:
Silence me
Challenged woman
Prone and defiant.
Sacrifice,
Alter me.

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