Remembering Emotive

So if you cut me do I bleed?

If you hit me do I fall?

Could you explain to me again

How these travesties unfold?

'Cause you see it's been a while

Since I have lived in denial

So I beg you, don't get angry

At my swollen feet of gangrene

I don't usually walk in mud.

So if you slap me do I ache?

If you shoot me do I die?

Is that how this is supposed to go?

'Cause I really can't tell if I'm terrified

Is this where I warn you of the danger?

And then treat you like a stranger?

Or do I sit and apologize?

And forgive you for those little lies

Again... sorry I'm so out of practice.

So what am I to do right now?

Or should I say, "back then?"

Though looking back as I write this

The end was far from clandestine

Addict America

She is the most beautiful I've ever seen
None can deny it
Her frame marvelously crafted
Both vacant and skeletal
Perfected for its means

Her face a flush red from the white snow which falls from the endless blue

Her vision Crystal in Method
Her wit a mechanism of genius
Capable of nearly nothing
Beautiful.

I embrace her at my bosom
We'll prance about Jerusalem
Suckle upon the forbidden since we're damned anyway

I would make love to her in the most exquisitely gruesome manner
But fear I may ruin her image

There will be blood

Were I not so grappled by her awe
And her green; greater than hash
Both burnable and spendable
I might rightfully fear what she could birth

There will be blood

If only I could share union with her and her heroin adventures
The beautiful soldier
For she is the superlative of her companions
Best designed and most deathly
Controllable by substance

There will be blood

For Those of Us

who bled ink from bandaged hands
it will undoubtedly be our curse to know
that blood is mistakingly understood as
the primal force of vitality which flows
and culminates into the homogeneity that is man.

Share with me a lamentation for our black ink's
untouched rocks and crucifixes and the bandages
that have in fact ruined us through healing.

Welcome my ghostly poet comrades.