book of autumn thirst: recover from the damage
[book of autumn thirst]
recover from the damage
the very scalpel that took me apart 1
is the self same blade i took to heart, 2
made my grail and read in brail 3
until it was memorized and fully absorbed. 4
now shall i be your hemorrhage? 5
your dirty white double edged fucker 6
mothering and ministering your sickness 7
with bleach and de-dogearring 8
the volumes on hearing 9
and counting every drop 10
before oxidizing platelets make them clot 11
saying like majik: 12
every drop is a thought 13
and every thought is a thing 14
and every thing is a piece 15
of silverware at the table of the king 16
who understood the four of swords 17
and the efficacy of human cutting boards 18
because the blood of god, this soul of grape, 19
is nothing but a concept humans ape 20
so look to the trees in the selvas 21
of the old world where shit throwing monkeys 22
expose it isn’t damage or disease we suffer from, 23
we’re as sound of mind and body 24
as murdering chimpanzees, 25
there’s no health to recover 26
because we came down with these. 27
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