Manque

Hi

So I'm new here at livejournal. I'm still trying to figure how everything works here. So far I've been posting my poetry to a few groups and to this journal. Feel free to leave comments in my journal. I just noticed that the "leave comment" box may be a bit hard to find. It's on the upper left side, under the title and date and time.

*“Self Portrait”*

 

Overly sensitive. Numb to the touch. Disorganized

organs, small intestine growing inside the heart.

 

Electroshock resistant helmet

head on top of a twice-wed neck.

 

Ingrown uterus

 

painted pink by hands

 

of a human on December's street corners, pestering

strange pairs with sex-organs that fit each other

like two black puzzle-pieces.

Shoving its body, its flowers, cheerfully

chanting: “Sir, would you like to buy a beautiful rose

for your beautiful lady.” Itself alone, with no Father

 

to mourn, no brother to honor, no lover to heat its frost-bitten tongue.

 

Heartbeat

 

of a caged tigon in heat.

 

Ephemeral

 

butterfly pregnant with cancer sleeps on the left

foot, secure in the knowledge that she shall outlive the head of the body she eats. Hunger-

pain of an anorexic cook in love with the guests who devour.

 

Hormonal,

electrocuted hair.

 

Scissor-fingers that insistently long to cut eyelids off mirror-painted eyes.

 

Ageless,

 

unholy nose hooked-up to the bulb in the olfactory, that lights up

the limbic S&M room.

 

Skin that remembers the pleasures of grass

and snails that sleep in the middle of mountains, poor creatures, a bit too trusting,

leaving their shells unlocked.

“ Yes No”

 

Beauty in humanity like a nail in

meat. It stinks, like spoiled lamb.

 

I was a lamb once. I was a lamb

twice, sometimes even three time in a row.

 

Once I took it in the ass.

 

Now I am wolfish: an unholy mixture of wolf and fish

who can

 

neither gnaw nor swim. Male silence sliced me so.

 

I used to pray to god before I closed my eyes, sometimes

even with closed eyes. Now I lay me down to fantasize

 

:full body cavity searches invadefuck

the privacy of my drab whitish walls:

 

                                                                         about swimming

inside waters polluted by seamen only because

 

I don’t want no landman, no

landmen have no decency, no

landmen are spoiled by starved girls.

 

I was starved once. I was starved

twice, sometimes even three times in a row.

 

Once I took it in the mouth.

 

“Yes no” I would reply when asked

“Do you like it this way?”

 

Yes no.