cuts oldephebe its my word cut me up in fire the marrow screaming in my bones a body broken well before its' time and pain sits like a bloodwet gibbon on the throne and don't tell me that is the phone some tassled buttoned down indifference to proffer to me the perfect pink little pill and the pain is laughing in me still I've fed hundreds of these pills to it cut me up in fire b r e a t h cut me up in fire a morbid miscellany of some sundry things its what you've come to expect from me i fold a fetal prayer i stride so briskly and its' still raging running up and down in me so cut me up in the fire feed the furnace and watch me burn an orchestra of the dead playing riffs out of Bartok in my head tear these tempests out and pain a searing clarity and the only escape for me cut me up in fire feed the furnace and watch me learn aahh yeah watch me achieve a perfect unity as its tendrilled hand takes me mm mm yeah ye-ah yeah 030717 ... ferret i scream instead ice_cream instead eye_scream instead or_so_ice_heard 030717 ... oldephebe What a thrill ---- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for a sort of hinge Of skin, A flap like a hat, Dead white. Then that red plush. Little pilgrim, The Indian's axed your scalp. Your turkey wattle Carpet rolls Straight from the heart. I step on it, Clutching my bottle Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is. Out of a gap A million soldiers run, Redcoats, every one. Whose side are they one? O my Homunculus, I am ill. I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling. Saboteur, Kamikaze man ---- The stain on your Gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and tarnishes and when The balled Pulp of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence How you jump ---- Trepanned veteran, Dirty girl, Thumb stump. Sylvia Plath ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 030816 ... pobodys nerfect I have a diagonal one on the bottom outer side of my left-hand thumb from slicing up watermelon. It stings. :( 030816 ... emily if i ever lost amber or camy i would do it agian they are like big sisters to me and they keep me alive most of the time. it it wasnt for them i would have killed myself by now 040403 ... valen your tears cut your face. like my blade cut my wrists. 050409 what's it to you? who go blather from