Nov 2015
no more eating V.C.D.s
or licking saccharine from the acid trees
no more belly tight with saline mead
or a compass when you bleed-ache-bleed
'cause the time you buy
you tell of
is time
well spent
in a soft-head cell
no more draining of the bottle
or shelling of the mortar
know that all you sense today
is a bitter venom on its pulse-sent way
and the space your habit needs
is a tooth gap
and a pulp-pink tease
and the soil of what's to be
is deafening to me
no more scattered curiosities
no more dosing til you sick-sweet-sneeze
no more stilting on your knees
no more eating V.C.D.s *
Note : Visual Cure by Distortion
Previously published [Show Thieves 2010 : An Anthology Of Contemporary Montreal Poetry - 8TH HOUSE PUBLISHING]
or licking saccharine from the acid trees
no more belly tight with saline mead
or a compass when you bleed-ache-bleed
'cause the time you buy
you tell of
is time
well spent
in a soft-head cell
no more draining of the bottle
or shelling of the mortar
know that all you sense today
is a bitter venom on its pulse-sent way
and the space your habit needs
is a tooth gap
and a pulp-pink tease
and the soil of what's to be
is deafening to me
no more scattered curiosities
no more dosing til you sick-sweet-sneeze
no more stilting on your knees
no more eating V.C.D.s *
Note : Visual Cure by Distortion
Previously published [Show Thieves 2010 : An Anthology Of Contemporary Montreal Poetry - 8TH HOUSE PUBLISHING]
