yakksoho
Bluelighter
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From what I can remember
Blood is hot
And ebony washes down sediment
From nights of sleeping on the roof
Chastised by bone
Blood feels cold
When it beats in your arteries
Looks cold in vials and needles
But the last time blood
Ran down my arms
And legs I can say
It was neither
I lost my virginity to old stars
In the shape of gods
With pointed index fingers
Akira, Khepri, sometimes Marx
Akira came down for me one night
And wept as he braided his talons into me
Blood is cold
In dried tulips and corpses
But abrades flint when
Coursing through cats and birds
Mammals are hot
And seals keep you warm
During those nights on the roof
To-night I expect a visit
From Osiris and Pan
To play their woodwinds into me
Until the music comes out my nostrils
Until my heart
Beats to the tapping of their fingers
And I am left with salient pinecones
Extruding into my back
At odd angles
When you wake up in the morning
Your hair is filled with pine needles
And your olfactories ache
With the stench of musk and timber
The night no longer seeps around you
Exuding frigid zephyr
And refrigerated air
Sticking to you
You think that nothing can cohere
Like the limpid wetness of frostbitten gale
Until you pick the nettles out of your hair
The next morning
Blood came gushing through my arms last night
My heart sent it flying wild
Through my veins and into my lungs
Where it met spiders from
Last winter
A summer's rain had dried them
In place to the
Cobwebs they weaved in my ribs
Blood curled around them
Like a silent mother
And left them untouched
Blood was cold last night
As it dripped past my bronchi
And swarmed a sirocco
That left icicles in my spine
What blood was left
In my brain palpitated blindly
TO the cadence of silence
Like a dying radar signal in Seoul
Telling the soldiers in Inchon
Not to run
Plato laughed
As he sipped his coffee
And saw my body billowing
Ten light years later
His forefinger
Shot all the way through the Milky Way
And brushed my cheek
While ten light years hence
His tongue was burnt by the coffee
10.12.01
From what I can remember
Blood is hot
And ebony washes down sediment
From nights of sleeping on the roof
Chastised by bone
Blood feels cold
When it beats in your arteries
Looks cold in vials and needles
But the last time blood
Ran down my arms
And legs I can say
It was neither
I lost my virginity to old stars
In the shape of gods
With pointed index fingers
Akira, Khepri, sometimes Marx
Akira came down for me one night
And wept as he braided his talons into me
Blood is cold
In dried tulips and corpses
But abrades flint when
Coursing through cats and birds
Mammals are hot
And seals keep you warm
During those nights on the roof
To-night I expect a visit
From Osiris and Pan
To play their woodwinds into me
Until the music comes out my nostrils
Until my heart
Beats to the tapping of their fingers
And I am left with salient pinecones
Extruding into my back
At odd angles
When you wake up in the morning
Your hair is filled with pine needles
And your olfactories ache
With the stench of musk and timber
The night no longer seeps around you
Exuding frigid zephyr
And refrigerated air
Sticking to you
You think that nothing can cohere
Like the limpid wetness of frostbitten gale
Until you pick the nettles out of your hair
The next morning
Blood came gushing through my arms last night
My heart sent it flying wild
Through my veins and into my lungs
Where it met spiders from
Last winter
A summer's rain had dried them
In place to the
Cobwebs they weaved in my ribs
Blood curled around them
Like a silent mother
And left them untouched
Blood was cold last night
As it dripped past my bronchi
And swarmed a sirocco
That left icicles in my spine
What blood was left
In my brain palpitated blindly
TO the cadence of silence
Like a dying radar signal in Seoul
Telling the soldiers in Inchon
Not to run
Plato laughed
As he sipped his coffee
And saw my body billowing
Ten light years later
His forefinger
Shot all the way through the Milky Way
And brushed my cheek
While ten light years hence
His tongue was burnt by the coffee
10.12.01
