Poetry

non-anaesthetised cardiacus amputation

How can you push words away enough to tell you how 

or to mirror how and cut all these corners to just damn well show you how

you have made me?

sling off comfort, sling off

happiness

sling off succinctness and elation and joy

sling off sponteneity

        figure a return to the shrivelled root of all

use your words to behold

absolutely nothing whatsoever

no drawn out ways of saying a thing that you mean but in other words that mean a similar but distinctly different thing but which connote perhaps, is that what i’m getting at? or conjure the image that you want to convey, like indicators, or, or universal indicator:

boiling red cabbage in

bunsen warmed

sweaty palms making

absurd conversation, the lonely ‘pushed’ turns its eyes down and adds 3 drops of lemon juice

and

acid                    

                     drips

from the pipette

like it drips from your              and

       you pull your ear

lobe and point at me touching your

nose

take me roughly by the

hand

lead me         where?

your hand cannot lie like the maws of your deceitful sounds

it pushes hard

unlike no words, and certainly no code

no      highly developed symbolic system, no signing

      no singing for that matter.

only your urg grn gar

shun all pleasantries and

pleasures

and beautiful sounds, beautiful beautiful

cornucopia 

ethereal 

glittering, shining envelope

     replace with:

a: thick slab of salivating muscle, thumping in dripping down moist jaws

b: hole that crunches and gnashes down gristle and marrow, the centre of crawling

    bacteria and writhing disease ridden flesh

c. greased cavern consuming death, spewing lies, spawning the verbal PUSH

how can this be the same O?

it exhumes lies

proportionlessly

you eat and eat and eat and eat

my

still beating lump of raw pumping muscle that

pushes

beautifully glistening red

but you don’t swallow

it

you spit

it

the waste of your consumption consumes me with pain

my

lovely red, my

matte red,

                              gushes/pushes away

such a pity

it pushes no more

but you

with each toll of the tongue

eat eat eat eat eats

 its giant relentless            o < O

here is destroyer wreathed in

a rose coat

stained this way

from the bottom of my pool of red i can whisper nothing to push back 

you do it so well

and i am powerless to show you:

                                             you are oooooo so full.

Natasha Sorrell