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If you're reading this, a certain Korean has entrusted you with something that she doesn't hand over to everybody- several fragments of her soul. Be gentle, be blessed.
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Fragmented
Half a shattered diamond lay
Corroding jaggedly in the sand.
Listen, I’m not one to say,
But I think it’s your inner-child, as
She bled sweetly in crevices and shocks,
Devouring my touch in salty-sour
Crystalline razor beauty.
Alone with your fragments,
I do my best to trickle putrid honey
Over false affection.
I might as well microwave a corpse,
And oh, you know it, don’t you?
Show me black-green sunsets,
I’ll push an unqualified soul, misty-thin and dripping,
Into your palm, see it verbally rusting with
Diamond fragments, lusting, busting through foil-wrap skin.
Something screeching silently from pores and
Disproportions all my own bubbles around your feet
Roaring hot as sweat-sticky panic-pitch,
Nobody nobody nobody can touch crackling imploding misfit.
Shining gold and promise to the world,
Don’t dig inside! Your sirens and orange tape
Reflected in endless eyes; keep out! sweet enemy, sweet nothing.
Inside this sunshine husk flows crumbling acrid acid wax,
Brown-black rejection and festering seclusion,
Your spray-painted parasite unto eternity. |
Posted: 11:22 PM, Tuesday, May 10, 2005 |
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