-'i like so totally made out with a fat ugly chick'...
.what the leper learned about poetry and the poet about leprosy
the only way for a leper
to be accepted into a colony of lepers
is through general consensus
of those more debilitated,
more progressed in their leprosy.
the leper elders don’t miss the limbs
left with status, they sport gashed hangs
of hide with a definite sappiness,
marking their calendars with a sentimental:
‘this is when my face fell off’.
changing bandages, a bulk of thick white worn red,
peeled in undisclosed pleasure, a new blood going old,
down in flagrant heaps to the floor
alongside the disintegrating acumen
of a tourniquet cinctured
around my mangled head, writhing in
that fragile performance art of decomposition
like flight path of snowflake fallen,
drooped over the fleshy eyes
of the ostracized ostracizing.
~
preemptively, christian