It's about that night Owen cut my gut, put in a Ruby and spoke
herpes to me. It's about Number how it is everywhere
anywhere. It's about that night Owen chewed off my left hand
and grew a spider for me; that night Owen chewed off my left
leg. It starts in a car but ends in a bath, somehow. There's an
eel in there too, in my mouth, twice. Owen's a painter, he
paints realities, believed implicitly. His voice was so clear I
don't remember a thing he said. Owen is my gunkMother. I'm
his baby. By the end I always feel dead.
A crack opens in the membrane, anticipation drains my cortex of blood sends my skull
buzzing. A cold edge, the sign reunited with flesh pain kisses me swiftly
in the belly.
Owen's rice-paper lips split my skin. His tongue: a sharp wedge pushing
the cold prismatic centre in. Owen lives inside me radiating fire light geometry.
I watch through my eyelids street light comets career over head, a trail of algebraic
formulas sing with the flat thrump of tires on rough road outside.
Owen's heptagonal voice spreads cavities in my mind
flesh holes in my sky ridge, his creeping serpent infects my flesh. Owen is the voice
inside the dark well of this virus iris lips kiss my belly from inside.
I drink his word sounds liquid sand suspended air in take. A bloated eel decomposes
inside this evolutionary vessel, a tongue turns in my mouth. My left hand and foot waver.
Each pore a vital interruption in the veneer. I scrutinise the integrity of my composition.
Owen's in the corner eating shadows all around me with fingertips, enveloping
ba by bo dy my body is a baby, worrying. He pulls at my throat seems very real now,
carries: sea weed green bottle suspended sand vermilion Ruby rattle, lifts it to my eye
sea weed green bottle green weed sea throat see see see vermilion sand sounds under my
tongue with in my nerves.
Owen watches me from behind curtains from 3rd step chest caged ribs listening
for my heart beat babee babee babee. Owen lifts me from the bathtub capsule cradle
runs lips across my skin, chews my left foot off at the ankle, comes from curtains
runs lips across my calves, comes from step, sucks at the back of my knees
with creeping serpent flesh pausing, leg in hand…Owen watches a moth fight
on coming head lights.
Owen's crystalline face radiates nebulous symmetry, light emanates from 10 co-ordinates,
exits my stomach at the ratio 7 to 3. A fire light geometry. A hole in my sky ridge
closes, Owen has woven a fresh skin sack contains me underthick airwater
my bones grow moss. I hold my nose, there's an eel in my mouth. Owen performs
clenched jaw surgery my left wrist is exposed bone teeth marks, tourniquet of newly
wound hair tightens, pain patterns the wall with ancestral designs show time of death
sex melting point.
His spiders leap across the room drinking in the sounds emanating from the stone
under my skin rearing up the curvature of their heads caught in the light from his eyes
strike fire fucked fangs into my severed wrist create me a new spider hand grafted
to my body baby by Owen the gunkMother.
My left spider watches me. It is strong. 8 nimble fingers crawl around dragging my arm
behind them an abdomen melded to my wrist, dark hair contrasted to my blonde.
My left spider wipes the sweat from my brow. It frightens me. I close my eye mind
fluid chest pain warps sand air sack surrounds me world expands
contracts expands contracts. I see in 4/4.
Owen's fingers fan pigment: futures spill in to sand: a fire glass amalgam.
Owen's tongue casts phonemes, patterns in waves encircle me in vocal sensitive sleeve
skin snake shed thread bare in can tations roll in with the swell. Owen consumes
birth sack slides from before my eyes vertigo gondola pitches my Venice is sinking!
Owen stands beside me bun dled vi bra tion trans lu cent ap par i tion so lid im plod ing
phan tom. My left spider runs dark legs across his hair neck chest nipple feeding
scars with in crimson skin. Viral tendrils fondle my nerves, invade my equation.
Owen feeds a new space freshly ground Jasmine flesh the pigment of white. He offers
me a bloom, pale lips speaking scent with out breath. Around me Porcelain grows cold.
My left spider is crying, trying to climb out of this bath. Vermilion Rubies flow from me
rattling down the drain.
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