Cauterized

Slight hipped in pathology 

the ocean patterns me

sand-scorched, sound fossil

brims of pregnancy 

where blood and day forms

where the severance rains 

concrete eyes stab

and slips a sleepy autonomy

I'll chase the never lasting

beginning with a senseless sense of self

but some by some

colours in rivers begin to form

tongue-warm, the random answers

the way a desert sun replies

to the mad death of a hood slammed coyote

until you call me out

cauterized, in the splice of a name

Reviews

[Jenny Lee]

Hello Perdition. The entire existence of this poem is wrapped in these final lines: "...the random answers
the way a desert sun replies
to the mad death of a hood slammed coyote
until you call me out
cauterized, in the splice of a name." You, dear Perdition, are hopelessly and endlessly in love. You are cauterized in the splice of a name. You are part of that person the same as an arm or leg...or... Simply but not so simply Beautiful!

[Perdition]

Hi Cam! If that person is “creating”, or “poetry” or “chaos in perfect distress and on ice trying to hitch out from our efforts to understand” than absolutely. Yes!!! If I am in love and cauterized to a woman then please and by all measures necessary introduce us immediately …hahaha. I love your take immensely though as so many “She’s” in my poems tend to be poetry or the muse or so many other things outside of a woman although God Almighty I have tried and written for a woman and I do not believe it can ever be done. If you try, if I try to write for love I think it would probably come out as a disaster served up in a maddening concoction of my ineptitude or ability as for the magnitude of what it is, this thing called woman and love. I think you may have stumbled onto something though as love IS to be cauterized to the unknown sensibility, the way that random answered the death of a coyote, slammed in the desert. If I were to go looking for love I think I could look no further or better place than in that moment so absolutely wonderfully put and perfect! Could you let me know when she shows up though? A gorgeous take and perceptive view on love so Thanks! I declare your perception a thousand percent correct:)

[Jenny Lee]

Not "looking" but already cauterized. This person's mere name completely owns you, or, pardon me, the author. Love? Is it love that drives the coyote to self decimation repeatedly? Or is it Obsession, my dear Perdition? Thank you for sharing your magnificent gift.

[Red Brick Keshner]

A good look at transformation and the quest for meaning. In the last line: “oh cauterized, in the splice of a name,” the final transformation is solidified through a defining moment, akin to being cauterized, where the persona's identity and purpose are forged. Superbly penned 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊

[Perdition]

Trying to understand the need when everything is bound and solidified, that point where we feel there are answers but yeah … the traveler and his jar of rum going point to point being cauterized for a pint of reason. Love it!! Thanks and apologizes for my delay… Wow! Well, hey…to the palette of pens and the factory of margins right? Many Thanks!!