Friday, April 18, 2008

OLIVER i swear to god i will leave you alone after this and never obsess over you in public ever again, one more poem and then i get a lobotomy

poem pain in the middle of your fucking chest

Oliver Oliver claws Oliver Oliver
Oliver claws Oliver Oliver Oliver
claws Oliver Oliver Oliver Oliver
Oliver claws Oliver Oliver Oliver
Oliver Oliver claws Oliver Oliver

go pets go

miniature gods claw their
way
out of my egg sac
before i
can emerge and breathe
properly
posterior and post terror
the other spiders
babies
all crawl out crawl on their
claws teeth claws
scraping my eyes
(while he strains his thighs)
i fall back down into the silk
into the hole
what ever dark place you have
really
why even try
why even die
oh that's a lie
just an excuse really
well
uh
anyways
i'll just lay here
the mud is soothing...
and
ah, what ever you say
no its
no really
sorry
(the vomitting is normal in these situations)
thanks for not _____.

i'll go off and sneeze in private.
while
little cogs turn
and little dogs churn
in my
golden
silk
egg sac
in the dirt

claws
claws
claws

it's nobody's fault really.
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slatted light said...

Hey Shai. Thanks for the comment man. I've been back and forth to the US for extended periods in recent history but I've never lived there. I had a long distance thing going with someone in Atlanta for awhile. I'd like to go and live someone in the States and study or something but that's a long long distance plan or pipe dream. Anyhow, I'm glad you liked the post on Omaha, dude. Your stuff here is as wild and wonderful as ever. It crawls around in my bowels like an incandescent tapeworm, man. That's a compliment, trust me. Haha. Take care.

April 18, 2008 at 11:37 AM

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