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It's to hurt if it's to heal
my stern and sensible advice
to skin laced with scarlet weals
the recompense for being nice
the dawn's own peculiar mercy
before the stabbing rays of sun
like words, spoken seared so tersely,
a blade to cauterize the burn
would be the least of courtesy
from the driver of the screws
the lash cannot hurt so much as the dirt they
spit in my face and my smoldering wounds
before they shot me from the tower
condemned me, thinking i would die,
spoke to me things reserved for lovers
the prettiest of lovers' lies
tis not the words which have the power
the venom spit into my eyes
the arsenal of cutting weapons
of which language is comprised
an incisive pointy reckoning
is the sugar in my tea
silence is a far more cruel device
than words will ever be
Lacerations and abrasions
contusions laced with salt
it's true that on occasion
these things are my own fault
It's to hurt if it's to heal
no words, no sensible advice
won't serve me now to croon or creel
the silence must suffice.
my stern and sensible advice
to skin laced with scarlet weals
the recompense for being nice
the dawn's own peculiar mercy
before the stabbing rays of sun
like words, spoken seared so tersely,
a blade to cauterize the burn
would be the least of courtesy
from the driver of the screws
the lash cannot hurt so much as the dirt they
spit in my face and my smoldering wounds
before they shot me from the tower
condemned me, thinking i would die,
spoke to me things reserved for lovers
the prettiest of lovers' lies
tis not the words which have the power
the venom spit into my eyes
the arsenal of cutting weapons
of which language is comprised
an incisive pointy reckoning
is the sugar in my tea
silence is a far more cruel device
than words will ever be
Lacerations and abrasions
contusions laced with salt
it's true that on occasion
these things are my own fault
It's to hurt if it's to heal
no words, no sensible advice
won't serve me now to croon or creel
the silence must suffice.
Literature
Held
We loved like arson:
After-sex after-
glow floats around like smoke, and distorts us,
restless, and tangles around the rafters,
the room imbued: remnants of star-fuelled lust.
We loved like fireworks, comets and fireflies.
We traced paths through constellations for hours,
across freckled skies, tasting the stars
with every kiss. The night went on for miles.
Now a cathartic still whispers, lingers
as the room burns orange in the morning's
luster. The carmine light bares a warning:
To keep my distance, or I'd clash with hers.
I leave her to draw the blinds, casting shad-
ows like prison-cell bars across
Literature
No-one forgets a good teacher
"Listen to me or I'll break your legs"
- Steve Thompson
Dear Sir. Not sir. It's automatic.
Sorry Steve. Dear Steve. I'm fed
On seven years of autocratic
Tiffinisms: "genuflect
to teachers." Seven years' emphatic
Faire-sans-dire still in my head.
Dear Steve. Your style was more dramatic
you taught life and art instead:
Stoppard, condoms, mathematics,
goatee beards and Berthold Brecht
and Bigmouth Strikes Again, such is
what you gave us, plus the threat
of a half a term on crutches
for ignoring you. Dear Steve - respect.
Literature
Counting for Nothing
Fourteen hundred paces wasted
walking to your door,
and every time a pointless pounding
headache - sore, resounding, raw;
what follows next? as you'd expect
a shocking exhibition of
that bloody mix of tears
and spit and semen spilled
across this gritty floor.
and from the day that we last spoke
I've counted twenty-four.
How come I'm your ignored -
you must have grown so bored of me
and now my fingers, gnawed and nails all bitten
paw through scores
of letters better left unwritten -
never sent, now torn and scattered, littered
with my bitter thoughts unuttered,
so utterly distraught I am, I poured a litany of scorn
and lo
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That second stanza in particular is excellent.