MACHINEGUN POETRY: CECILIA (1. Noun: Plural form of Cecilium)
What the pupil sees is simple: Meat
An additive is to be an ingredient: Saliva
Fur and skin coincide
Blood rushes down low
Suck the blood from it
And the white of your teeth will get stained
By want and whim
The hand of Midas is for me to own
Every touch felt like gold
For a minute-long second
Liquid has never been this tangible
And you have tasted it
Now, the vulnerable cloth of pain and pleasure is about to feel
I could imagine eyelashes meeting
While the wind listens to names thrown into space
The muscle felt like a bone
And worst, it felt like a wall
But the drive of emotion and individuality kept pushing
So the heart moaned as the lung screamed
The spine kept twisting and turning and bending
For all what the nerves felt
Aesthetic pleasure is no more
For the eye is blind at the moment
And when all these are mixed altogether
Voices of want and pain and suffering and delight
They’re going to come all at once to your ears
Deafening the mind
So all you can hear is silence
The undoable has been done
The hands of time have ran
And in the end, CO2 fills the room in
That’s the moment amnesia strikes
grasseseatcows
12/06/2004 06:47:00 PM
