Insane-Diary
Drop the act
Follow the scene
And never say that
To me
Again.
What wasn't was what was happening
and the ideas
Instead of the instinct,
Were taking over in the first place
The first
Real
Place
A second lingers
For the moment
Before it's cousin
Shows up
And steals the show
Slow
And
Below the space
With grace I suppose
who knows?
Where goes the snow?
When there isn't a goddam star for miles...
Island in the distance
Crying out for me
Behold a fascination
Taper down the flame
Cut the lungs of Hazard
And rob the heart of Duty
Grip it in your paw
And fill your maw with Jelly
Pick it from your teeth
Taste me with your beastly senses
And bring to me life and old prayers, Angel
Nothing this close to my soul is over the hill,
Instead... of nothing happening...
Instead... of nothing going on at all...
There is flawles,
And fragrant
A raw ruby treasure
Affixed to amber skin
Birthstones you may hate, Baby
But now you spend that birthday with me...
The room was still empty
We were wearing our best
Until we wore nothing
But your beautiful dress...
And I felt the searing golden fury
Tear across my back
Shredding
Skins and
Scars alike from my hide
Leaving it clean and new
And New
And Safe
And Perfect
And... Who knows what else...
I do not know.
Let's rewind to the moment
Where my fingers erupt,
The sick torrid moment
With a needle's goal in mind...
Let it Take You!
Let the fabric be rended
And let things be ripped from your flesh!
Let the letters abstain from the real
the true
the fruitful and terrifying realities
That make you smile, like me...
Where that walk isn't so long
And the house isn't so empty...
For instead of shadows where we land
Its the arms of our kin
A tribe in stone walls
Rocked by schism and shock
And sewn together with love.
~Clinton