slitoris

One of the more bizarre works from the new CD Amomancer: nightblooming has to be this one. It's an edgy work that revolves around the sexuality and sensuality of pain. I don't think the poet has gone around the bend, just confessed that sometimes there is a bloody grey area. The recording, on the CD, with the very exotic music and the slow, measured, almost malevolent reading he gives is very disturbing.

slitoris

I
am the blade
that laid
open your soul
I
am the blade
that played
you to control
the pain
the stain
the reign
of tears you cry
and I
become
your solitaire release
you try
to focus on
to shield
your tattered heart
you draw
your strength
at length
when your skin parts
and you see
the blossom
bleeding
off the ache
that kisses
miss
and pills
won't slake.
I
am the blade
that laid
open your soul
I
am the blade
that played
you to control
the pain
the stain
the reign
of tears you cry


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