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âi guess this is what you were trying to tell me â this is what heaven is: fingers dipped in blood & starved lungs / âyou quiver before god as he steals the light under your skin and call it holy call it sacred - tell me did you really think heâd forge you a halo out of your own grace ? heâd rather eat itâ
â do not ask a homeless angel of his father | b.s.h
âWHAT ARE YOU MADE OF, KID? 7% flesh; bloody and raw. and human (or so they tell me). it doesnât feel like that though. under my own fingertips skin is too sharp. i am too sharp to love myself. 45% smoke; itâs all fog inside â my skull, my lungs â i breathe out and smother everyone in two miles radius. 20% hunger; i will eat my rotten thoughts just to prove a point. pray for my body, for i will forget who i am, who i could have been. 28% agony; am i broken? i am not sure. but my bones ache.â
â sooner or later we perish; b.s.h
âWHAT IS THIS PLACE? / Darling, here the gods died. Here the horsemen tremble. Here we bathe in gasoline. / Come, join us in our garden of dead bodies, weâre having fire for lunch.â
â Earth, 2016. Enjoy your stay. / b.s.h
âGods are not kind to boys who hold fate in their fragile hands. / We are the ruined youth, we swallow mud like itâs wine and pray to purge our blood.â
â Age of broken heroics; b.s.h
âi am blood and bones / beast in human clothing / unholy / wretched / thing / father taught me / not everyone has a soul / some are made of chaos / heart always hungry / claws always sharp / creatures like me bite and refuse to d i e.â
â 1998. | âsharp teeth and wild hearts v.â
âSo I dip my fingers among the green stems, delicately. / I lounge at the edge of the leafing pond, delicately.â
â Mary Oliver, from House of Light;Â âCrowsâ
ââŠI sink softly into / the heartland.â
â Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems;Â âWhen the Glass of My Body Brokeâ
âIn November, / the dread month, / they suck the childhood out of the berries / and turn them sour and inedible.â
â Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems;Â âThe Fallen Angelsâ
âThis is only the body burdened down with leaves, / The opaque flesh, heavy as November grass,â
â Robert Bly, from The Light Around the Body; âIn Danger from the Outer Worldâ
âSnow, delicate snow, that falls with such lightness on the head, on the feelings, come and cover over the sadness that lies always in my reason.â
â Miguel de Unamuno, from âThe Snowfall Is So Silent,â Roots and Wings: Poetry from Spain 1900-1975, trans. Robert Bly (Harper & Row, 1976)