Lifeboats:
Clinging to each others genitals like lifeboats
it was clear, at least to me,
that we were both looking to get saved. -me
Xerox Candy Bar:
Ah,
you're just a copy
of all the candy bars
I've ever eaten -Richard Brautigan
Excerpt from Lady Lazarus:
Dying,
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
"A miracle!"
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart-
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash-
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there-
A cake of soap.
A wedding ring.
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air. -Sylvia Plath
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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