vivisection
cutting me open,
while this body still breathes
vivisection.
your surly smirk
self-righteousness
your fighting words
picking and pulling me apart.
verbal kitanas,
held in your shaking hands
ruddy the scalpel-
you clench in a
balled-up fist.
coming towards me
I faint-
sing holy stigmata,
blood spurts in wide
looping arcs-
these wrists,
sliced vermillion
to the timing of the
creaking of the bed.
pull apart my chest cavity,
grsitle snaps and pops
the parting of the flesh
it is good,
so good.
you see inside me,
while i kiss your hand-
close to my gasping,
wheezing neck.
the biological expiriment
in love with something
like masochism.
these wrists pinioned
by rusty nails,
pain vivid like a
thousand colors,
400 micrograms of LSD.
pointing weakly with my finger,
i whisper "look at my heart,
taste it and see if it is good."
pulling and prying it
within your whole hand,
you crow triumph
upon the sight
of this heart
thudding and budding
beating rhymically
within. you see,
it is dark and light,
black and white.
in halves you
sliced it and
pick up
two chopsticks
with a hunger you
devour a sample
of it,
"ono," you cry out,
it is bitter,
it is salty,
yet how is it
so sticky
so sweet?"
bone of my bone,
flesh of my flesh.
you rip aside entrails,
steaming and stinking
while black-red blood
coagulates into a puddle
of ichor around me.
Blood
coated on your hamlike
man-hands,
with all the viscosity
of a blob of snot…
passing aside
and ignoring
two completely useless
kidneys,
a hammer
you brandish
pops the solar
plexus-
you give a startled cry,
and at the very bottom of me-
you see a reflection
like a sanguine pool.
your own reflection,
you see yourself.
as this entity gives up the ghost
flies and flows right through you
a disembodied spirit-
float right through you.
your body falls back
into the corner with a thud
a scream and a groan
you gave out, gutteral
to know what I knew.
To look right to the bottom of
me inside of you-
my spirit tickled your insides.
not sinister,
nor foreboding
you were dazzled and blind,
the contradiction juxtaposed-
the wild eyes light
of starry eye halos.
running rivulets all over your body
this mortal corpse gave
the breath of life in
one final shuddering gasp.
the soul your mind never grasped,
makes tantric undulations
passing right through you-
semen stains in a clear
sticky stain on the crotch
keening screams of
esctacy and give way
to a low groaning of the
crushing weight-
such
heavy regret.
~fin~
