i tried to stop your calcium intake so that you would never grow
i wanted you to shrink so that i could keep you in my pocket
and you could gnaw through the fabric and plunge onto my toes.
i would walk you everywhere that i go. you would see all that i see
eventually, you would be so small, you would crawl into my ear
and scratch through my skull.
you could infiltrate my thoughts and penetrate my nervous system.
and then maybe you could feel all that i feel and realise that’s it's you
Of all the cracked sidewalks
The winding maze
Of everyone else's shattered city
He traces calcium caked bones;
Ribbon strips of dyed out dreams
Close your eyes, close your eyes!
Selectively seducing the spires of silence
Romancing the carnage soaked thoughts
Smiling all the while
more suggestion than shape,
stretch then swell,
of space to cross
from grass to grass.
wet antennae testing
air and sun,
shells slung on backs.
calcium calculations curling
I'm a hunk of flesh
A few pieces of calcium deftly placed
Tubes, fluids, electricity
Gasses, elemental compounds and chemicals
I sound more like a science project
Than a person
Grey sponge in a skeletal bowl
Completes the blueprint
This is homo sapiens
How I would love to crack open your skull,
to pull back the layers of impenetrable stone.
To strip and peel away each level of calcium,
until I reach that intoxicating, tangled mass.
To trace along every crevice and every groove
and memorize the landscape that devises you.
Once you are sewn up and put back together,
I would rest my weary head against your chest,
and be reaffirmed by the resonating silence.
Please don't take this literally, it is a huge metaphor.
put a needle in my chest and but
like quaint, it unseals the immobile -
if only poetically - and red stains.
hold forceps once it's done; bone matter and
calcium - to the side a lung.
clamp it cynically and my eyelids
can't but flutter, but ignorant awe:
and dead silence rings, no whimsical
sound is apparent - though shocked
and write "deceased", the ministers
brain toys and with but a finger, "no but with
emotion it lived, and stresses may it do -
her beings suffice, and her heart in two.
Brittle bones protrude like shards of glass
aching for a cup of calcium,
as they whisper dry-tongued farewells
to atrophying muscles, they, too feeble,
can no longer bear to nourish.
Tears are torn from the bones’ marrow.
Their strength, long ago diminished, scream
surrender; fingers tremble, like a mother
releasing her pink, shriveled babe as she
continues her own march towards death.
Blooms to sway in blue bowl.
Feeds with sucking root, edges in grass.
Turns quick head.
Flicks dead eyes.
But sings sex brightly.
With nested seeds in calcium shelf.
Dies under the sting of a Tybalt or two.
And the damned bird drops.
Wilts in the sun.
Pace to and fro
Lets dance fire
Breathing it in
Setting in its bones
Balls of my feet
Stuck to my skin
New born callus
Metal digging in
Flesh young as me
Beyond battered outs
Shouting my name
New scar tissue
Spring tearing me
Settling into what