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Stones in Pockets Gemma Rose Williams
Knife perched at the lip Like rushing river smashes rock Configures the cut or the black magic threatens the parts the chemicals of man’s matter flows through the head and will drown the boys (if done properly, mind you – but i can’t do…) the skillful surgeon will: scratch you tease you scrape you slice you split you steal you and erode the blemishes - like a river does rocks “you’ll get drunk on that blood” – that was the look at least the look they think we don’t see – the look of mastered manipulation – is there any other kind of – of cut – push get off! get away! now alone? i’ll lie back come back “you’ll get drunk on that blood” – that was the look at least the look they think we don’t see – the look of mastered manipulation – is there any other kind of – but who’s to blame when she can’t produce? when the hour glass imposes her form? the tradition of the lip. but it all comes back to the river: the river that will grab an infant with no regard and swallow he stole that river from us harbored ships for use industrialized waters lie still domain over voids knives over lips the surgeon carries on the tradition but is this about power? or pleasure? or the product? or Knife perched at the lip Like rushing river smashes rock Configures the cut |
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