Sweet Submission
crazy electric guitars raping your consciousness
bruising your sense of focus like a madman in a defeated village
bruising a lonely prostitute
and you think you got something to prove
and you think it's all but a phase
that kisses your cheeks and leaves
no headphone's gonna kiss your bleeding ears
no scream will bring your malady ashore
it's dirty but it's not earth
hold your breath for a little while and open your coward eyes
let the vomit find its way outta your skin and into the alley
let the blood dance like a beheaded cow at a tribal feast
let the sense of timelessness enter your ribs like a rusted knife
like a shrapnel
no water will do any good to this melting room
spit the cowardice and inhale the ash and cough all the hunger
away
let the phone ring and the samovar turn itself off
for the flame soon will cover them both
you see the unshapely red and black and gray thing?
that's the bastard son of your books and your poor coward cat
put the stupid water away and watch the festival of births of
shapes and copulation of things with the void.
Copyright © Ebrahim Sharifat | Year Posted 2013
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