Friday, August 5, 2011

disturbing thoughts #5

i wanna punch myself in the nose & put a thumb over one nostril & snort blood in the face of Poetry...

i wanna stick my finger down my throat & catch a handful of bile & smear two lines of it beneath my eyes--a soldier dedicated to being CONSCIOUS of yr ORGANS...

i wanna slice off half my face & exposing half the skull run around yelling, NACER PARA MORIR! NACER PARA MORIR!

i wanna take a yard of barbed wire & floss the warden's teeth w/it...

i wanna put a giant blank canvass on the sidewalk beneath a ten-story building & jump off the roof creating HEMORRHAGE ART...

i wanna fill the insides of police crusiers w/lady bugs...

i wanna go to christ's supposed tomb & spray paint DO NOT RESUSCITATE! on the big rock...

i wanna swap the contents of the morgues w/the contents of the maternity wards...

i wanna cut my hands off & burn them & snort the ashes never writing another fucking word again...
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This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.