Tuesday 16 November 2010

60. barbeque

Lying (here?there?) in a puddle of blood and of shit and of semen.
Watching his combat boots move around the room.
I want to lie here till the sunlight slivers into dark.
Into disappearance.
And then i will lie here some more. It's warm and sticky, here.
Where?
Until I disappear.
Only an ear pressed against splintering floorboard. Muffled and thud-thudding human steps of human beings in the other human cells. Faint zoom and whizz of human traffic outside the rectangle of pale purple.
His boots come and stand in front of me.
Boot tapping shoulder.
hey
Boot digging at ribs.
hey
Boot screwing itself into stomach
hey
you alive
haha
Crouching. I smell him. It's the scent of war and hearth encasing me into thick white smoke.
Hand on my shoulder shaking.
hey
speak now
Diversion blown into wide open eyes and mouth and nostrils-it stings
hey
talk to me
bitch you respond when i talk to ya
And then it's snowing
Flakes on my tongue which he holds out between index and thumb
The taste of war and hearth and sand and salt and ash
And then the bite of fire
Biting at my tongue saliva sizzling
Smoke rising
(i'm) a human bomb
not longer I but someone else something else
smoked meat on the grill
Charred flesh
and tears of gunsmoke.

7 comments:

  1. i gave you everything.
    my computer included.

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  2. you should tie his shoelaces together.

    really though, this is cool. very vivid.

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  3. @ nerstes: He don't sound like someone who wants to be "given" things. Did you take anything from him? ^_^

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  4. nerstes,
    you promised you'd never do that.

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  5. danny,

    hmmm, next time perhaps.
    thank you my man i read your stuff, explosive!

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  6. Freefox,
    i need to be given a whipping once in a while, it makes it all good

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  7. I like it when I can't tell inside from outside in poetry. As here.

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