Alien Landscape

it is not enough that i have destroyed myself, that i let tears ebb from eyes instead of from the nib of my pen, that i let my words run wild by talking into empty spaces, by constructing stolen architecture, that i salivate words away in my senility instead of screaming them into constructs. now i eat poets. breakfast lunch dinner supper. i crunch chew and belch with ink dribbling down my chin. i close my eyes and weep as my nails scratch words that do not belong to me. i imbibe secret images from blessed eyes, savouring the dead juices and battled off warrior muses. and i bleed. i bleed and bleed and bleed and felt no shame.
today i ate my lover's heart. it was more than just ink. oh God it was more than ink... there were colours, colours without names, loot from a thousand worlds, pulsating raw emotion and the pounding... the pounding of such beauty. streams of phantom ships, swirls of tears that God decided to turn into stars. it all exploded inside of me and i am empty. i am so big. so empty. i am so sorry... oh i am so sorry...
my hands have moulded into my face and this mask of flesh will protect you. from my greed, from my hate. please wake up. please please please wake up... i need the world. and i need you.
Posted by NHJ 4/09/2005 09:25:00 pm

Saturday, April 09, 2005