These are pieces taken
from a mind of someone
falling in his own mind.
There are two significant bodies.
As the victim, one is tied
onto a wooden royal chair
while blindfolded; another
with scalpel at hand inflicting cuts,
sculpting flesh as beats
of Pornopop’s ‘Little Kafka’
play in the background.
Chiaroscuro. Lightbulb
in pendulum motion. From a distance,
there’s a bystander who can see
both of them in fluorescent smiles —
curious about the lack of cries
despite the absence of a gag.
Perhaps this is why poems require
too much words.
Here and there: a painting in progress,
an artist, an unidentifiable face on canvas.
*You always remind me to forget you so
let me be your masterpiece instead.*
And as the beauty of impermanence does
its work, his world fades away.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
These are pieces taken
from a mind of someone
falling in his own mind.
There are two significant bodies.
As the victim, one is tied
onto a wooden royal chair
while blindfolded; another
with scalpel at hand inflicting cuts,
sculpting flesh as beats
of Pornopop’s ‘Little Kafka’
play in the background.
Chiaroscuro. Lightbulb
in pendulum motion. From a distance,
there’s a bystander who can see
both of them in fluorescent smiles —
curious about the lack of cries
despite the absence of a gag.
Perhaps this is why poems require
too much words.
Here and there: a painting in progress,
an artist, an unidentifiable face on canvas.
*You always remind me to forget you so
let me be your masterpiece instead.*
And as the beauty of impermanence does
its work, his world fades away.
wounds we frequently justify to stay with the person holding the blade.
