I Saw Claws

blur sores that breed and crawl around on one's chest

cracks and stains in a pattern

of geometric impossibilities the ashes and the razors that

tore one's hallucinations

to shreds the clatter and the clamour melliflous as the

nightingales' song

oh where have I been where have I bled

lungs filled with sulphur thrown open the doors that led to

emptiness burned into

the retina an image of the gossamer textiles that separated

two bodies fantasies

of sleep ricochets within a parralellogram

oh where have I been where have I bled

the art of contradiction

of contraction of contortion of contusion of confusion of

conclusion