For the poets, blood

FinsburyParkCarrots

moreandmore wrote:

these are all wonderful... cate & reefer & fins

thanks gue (the holy blot clot thing made me laugh!)

Oh, I wasn't being serious with mine. I like yours, though.

moreandmore

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Oh, I wasn't being serious with mine. I like yours, though.

danke!


yours cracked me up! :D:D:D

moreandmore

I used to run with a couple of real monsters.
Oh, they looked like regular people, ate and
shat, sneezed and spat, held up their books
they read through their glasses. But in their
souls lie an indescriminant want to crack
open a skull or sternum, get right down there
good inside 'em... wiggle into fibre, mesh
to be made whole in pumping flesh. (When we
sleep, their skins go red as if the skin itself had fled
to some far off and fearful place where fleshless skin
dances in place). They all faint at the sight of blood.
Say the stuff's uncomfortable. Uncomfortable
because it's real? And proof of one's mortality?
Salt the sword and make it rust.
Our lives combust!
Our lives combust.

Jamal

Tears of blood flow
through love-cut wounds
leaving a bitter taste
in loved one's mouths
as they stand around
helpless, powerless, hopeless

Red as wine, but not as sweet
power for a beating heart
spilled all over past regrets
painting all who loved it black