For the poets, blood

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.

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.