_(drop) C#_injection (A poem in beat & rhythm)
Dark and clean, The night is agape, Waves of the sea: stomach acid pummelling the rocks. She walks along the pier; Tongue silk satin dress wailing in a starlight
like cigarette burns in the universe.
She bleeds for sound
Buildings spread like ulcers in the silt. Painfully silent. The screams of birds and calls of lonely marionettes are never quite enough.
She burns at the door stoop, Abstinence the salt upon her open mind.
The bandstand club commands
Urgent for a fix
Knock Knock
The Gaslamp rigor-mortis plays upon barren moonlight.
Fuck Fuck Fuck
Knock Knock Knock
Cellar Door ajar Cellar Door ajar
Tasting utter need it opens.
Silent parallel chairs extend
Hello,,, Again again again again
Hard leather, cold black rope, Silicone sweat, to taste
The thin man approaches
Sackcloth sharps and liquid the colour of worn brasspricks, pressure, steel violation
And ...Buzz
Vibration
. . . .
Tears accent a Crimson baselineLife caught in bated breathFlesh spread wide to airLight waves pulsating drumbeatSaxophone hairlines stiffen Fibers dissident on skinHorns of raising lust quaver
She waits,,,
The rhythm
1.. 2.. 1. 2. ..
Rumpled floors crescendo Simple taste explodes in breathCurling tongue
PianoStretch
1..2..1..2
They watch her
1..2..1..2
Eyes in box-step round her chestLymph nodes swellDrums undress
Fortissimo
Forte
Heartbeat rising
Fortissimo
Forte
Back is arching
1,2,1,2
Short stepShort step
ListeningSweltering
1,2,1,2
Taught soles achingAirways ravingTense thighs shaking
1..2..1..2
PianoFortePianoForte
Forte Forte Forte Forte
[beat]
Gasp
'At last'
She floats, collapsed,
Agape
She arpeggiates
A Death rattle accordion
Suffocates
Eyes flutter half steps against
cheeks choked and
Joints bent at obtuse angles
a growing lake of satin
beat whispers
One drop,
One drop,
Just
one
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