May 08, 2007 10:54
I cut my own hair; I cut my own order, cutthroat cut out cut in align and outline, obelisk, centric prose and con. Cut-eyed sun-strafed scissor stripped and seeing: cutting edge ripe and welling, cutting skin. Scissored self, pain I understand. Shattered on the tallest blackest, from the farthest, scattered to the wind. Pain I understand, rippled not worn, ornamental monumental delicacy -the scalpel shone. The scalpel over shoulders shining deep into circles drawn for it: I am drawn for it, deep drawn, deep down.