Violent Blossoming Cities Ask How to Hear the Song

Entire Poem up @ Gaga Stigmata

Violent Blossoming Cities Ask How to Hear the Song

Infected in the language with feet on the flesh-
colored linoleum floor, white tulips growl to hold
our crisp momentous maker
fully cocked and loaded,
a crash-test monument to the lion’s handshake
that resembles people of a showcase persuasion:
any trauma is an order for us to come to terms with
immanence or some tuxedo of divorcing action
that can test the bound limbs of a diffuse-but-mercurial-present.
That is why death has been cancelled:
there is no legitimate innocent event. Hear,
her claw tooth vibrates off the dust of your wig
and voice bends into your ear.

READ THE REST OF THE POEM @ GAGA STIGMATA (click here).

One thought on “Violent Blossoming Cities Ask How to Hear the Song

  1. A great piece that reminds us that swallowing is not easy when you’ve not been fed. Rimbaud said, “Suffering is sure.” Amy reminds us,

    “On occasion, death is a diagnosis,
    if this loss will take us anywhere
    towards an uncomfortable truth or
    some version of performance.”

    this version will undoubtedly reach its conclusion in chaos. Or as Rimbaud wrote, “..the voice of a woman coming from the depths of the volcanoes and arctic grottoes.”

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