october 22nd, 2009

here's an older cut-up...

ripped apart

We had that level of violence happening daily and before we knew it the spaghetti started to resemble leopard lint.  I had magnificent knuckle bones back then, full of marrow and vigor.  Flourishing a whip I would scramble the brains of the weak and capture the wreckage on 36 mm.  There were bums sleeping in concrete nooks left and right, all wrapped in beautiful ribbons and sleek carnival upholstery.  I never made eye contact though, each made me feel spoiled and rotten inside.  I would return home and menstruate from every hole in my body, filling the cabinets and ruining the wallpaper in the kitchen.  Cobwebs littered the frame of my bed and I never slept for more than 20 minutes at a time.  The spiders grinned in my direction with butcher knife teeth.