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l'élégant petit chacal
l'élégant petit chacal
after Egon Schiele
tell the beads of the blood
the semblance is instinctive,
of course
the eyes already know this to be so.
here we see
laconic life
extracted from imagination
by bladed brushstroke
and unruly blur of pen-knife.
life
in all the lines learned from flesh to bone.
life and the spent chastity of her,
caught in a gasp, inwardly breathless
beneath the grotto of the damned.
with pornographic mirth
add into me angle, wrinkle, and scar.
as the stars rise and fall
over this topographic earth
add into me all the deadman's curves of wild girls,
a calligraphy red & fresh as strawberries,
smudged in eyeliner and psalm of wine.
add into me
all the hairline seams of heathen boys
plush and sweet as peaches,
dripping deadpan smirks
and lemon twists of a smile.
the restless night un-jackets
we elegant jackals
writhen in hemlock, self-lost,
we lovers spindrift
kneading the canvas purple folds
known only to those
who learn the every line
from flesh to soul.
& thus we walk oyster-eyed,
rather purified,
houleuse comme la mer,
slanted slightly debonaire
as the creme de menthe, you might say,
of lustful lips in the evening air-
frangible as a kiss
upon the brilliantine blue
melodrama of life, which is the question
unanswerable.
add into me the uninhabited spaces
and all the bruises of a boxer's fate.
the mincing jut and dart of shoulderblades
daring an alien grace.
new abstractions! chance deliriums!
disorder disorder
& unbidden insinuations!
add into me a scrapbook of contorted faces,
these bodily milks i drink
by salted drop and pearl dreg,
by faucet cock and spigot cunt,
to taste the innermost artistry of you,
original, whole, and twisted in truth.
add into me another splintered
keepsake of glass
jagged beneath the flesh
where time is made into existence
and existence writhes and twines with time.
add into me the language of love, mirror-written
upon a bewilderment of absinthe dusk,
fastened with screws of brass
skin-tight as these masks
of the wordless
and most sublime grotesque.
Published 16th Aug 2014
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16th Aug 2014 11:34pm
...many times i am joyous drunk in your lyrical tragic extravagance, sometimes i am sick (can't keep up with your dark beautiful drowning spirits)....please let me borrow your mind, the marriage of your thoughts to your experience of the world, art, music, the WORD is a truly wondrous delicate ferocious menagerie of creatures...
29th Aug 2014 4:42am
Some naturally fused viscerally elegant branchings of word here...
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