a song sings her face through my eyes like a comet

pseudo-real words bleed from my gums like church music

dressed in pagan skins.

 

she eats every bite

and happily dies in the sonic undertow.

 

chance of resurrection: 8.27%

 

potbelly satisfaction washes my face like a misty

twilight.

 

who spilled their pain on that sunset?

 

this heart attack should have its own theme song.

Reviews

[roarke]

Yeah, have to concur, great title. The spaces in between are like the spaces in a Miles Davis improvisation, they have as much meaning as the words. The pace is emotionally staggering.... simple, streamlined, (as is your inimitable style) and cauterized with surgical precision..... bravo.

[roarke]

A staggering cyclops, wounded fatima, opens his eyes and sees the scenes you paint, oh painter of the dimension only mythic titans see.

[Kat Collins]

There is such a filthiness, rawness, baseness to your words that evoke such visceral feelings. I picture every biting word, every searing image, branding an imprint in my mind's eye.

Perfectly ugly...and I love it.

[Brad]

just love your surrelism...it is almost cyber punk flavoured

[Emily B]

I like the title . . . but every new line seems to have special significance

[OT]

"this heart attack should have its own theme song." - where do you come up with this stuff? haha - nice to see you still check in!