I ***** my tongue
on the tip of this query
I drink salt-water from the goblet
through dry cracked lips
for surely it must follow
because I am lead by the nose
by sickening diaphanous rhythms,
coerced to contort
how flagrant must be my penitence
transcendental in inverse,
from upon my oaken tower
pitched, tarred and alight!
shall I make fetishes of my motions
maybe I will castrate myself on public television
cackling madly into the broadcast
bearing the thorny fruits of my loom aloft
I do not know where to go
this does not seem like my home
I feel alien
I swallow too much air
there is a dullness to all edges
I hear breaking glass in every noise
what paralytic sickness is this
that not innervation but violence possesses me
I would be the wolf that eats the world
and not the seeds in every pod
but the sun also rises
so the wolf does lie
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
I ***** my tongue
on the tip of this query
I drink salt-water from the goblet
through dry cracked lips
for surely it must follow
because I am lead by the nose
by sickening diaphanous rhythms,
coerced to contort
how flagrant must be my penitence
transcendental in inverse,
from upon my oaken tower
pitched, tarred and alight!
shall I make fetishes of my motions
maybe I will castrate myself on public television
cackling madly into the broadcast
bearing the thorny fruits of my loom aloft
I do not know where to go
this does not seem like my home
I feel alien
I swallow too much air
there is a dullness to all edges
I hear breaking glass in every noise
what paralytic sickness is this
that not innervation but violence possesses me
I would be the wolf that eats the world
and not the seeds in every pod
but the sun also rises
so the wolf does lie