| "Bottles and Cans" fucking waist deep in concrete chasing metal stairs. razor raised tongues tear tooth from steel, fingers like a spent sky cutting openings in empty skin. lungs slide into soot, looting our ashen, bloody bodies fighting to fuck, to spread across and up like wildfire, 3rd degree spread around harden surfaces of hands dripped in concrete cracking, smashing fists, wrecking wrists, to bloody sludgy membranes gathered round tongues in vise grip, strip teeth, stretching skin 3 rivers wide, like buildings raping the sunlight, molesting the sky. pounding together a jack-hammered, riveted sky forced into our forging flesh, ripped, shredded, spread over construction 2x4�s, power sawed skin severed fingers, left on crutches, cast in concrete injured tongues begun a bloody war. switch blade bloody more. cities in veins, injected by a dirty, breathed sky operate, breaking ribcages & dissecting tongues strapped in stir-ups, clinically spread underneath the crumbling, crashing concrete rusty saws lick ragged, sick skin becoming hospital waste, stitching needle chase skin rubbish pile thin, thick scars new, thighs bloody red, bleeding rivers into concrete. Can you hurt like a polluted sky? burning to spread an exhaust coated tongue wet into aggressive hips, bitten lips, we have tail-piped tongues, worshipped & tortured slick. bang our bruised skin fists slip in, spanning bridge winged spread, open for hammers, with drawing palms bloody written in spatters across a bedroom sky. naked imprints mangled in concrete, can we find us? tongue slashed bloody skin, trashing an urban sky legs spread under waist deep concrete. (this poem is a sestina, and some lines r stolen from my other poems called, wreckage & 3 rivers) Summer 04 |