Fancy o Sick (or: A Brief History of My Innards)
Experimental poem. A surreal autopsy of obsession, love, and bodily memory — equal parts curse, confession, and comedy.
dirt dirt stained grained
she spins me round,
ingrained and restrained
like a rotisserie chicken
derailed, resailed
in a dirty, rat-infested
impaled impala tala dala
low dining establishment
mulato delato dignitaries
that does not have an updated health inspection pass
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dignitaries delato mulato
She makes me feel
dala tala impala impaled
like I am riding a wurly-bird
resailed, derailed
without functioning legs or I am
restrained and ingrained
grained stained dirt dirt
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sick sick sick sick sick
sick o fancy sick o fancy
light prance shift dance
stem cell deviancy regency
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regency deviancy cell stem
dance shift prance light
fancy o sick fancy o sick
sick sick sick sick sick
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I want this to burn burn
in your mind, your heart
deep down, in your soul
wake and sweat, remember
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remember, sweat and wake
soul your in, down deep
heart your, mind your in
burn burn to this want I
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sword pointed downwards
downwards inwards
forwards towards
innards, passed sinew
surprised? but you knew.
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Author's Notes: Experimental. A curse. A confession. A comedy. A whole lot that means a lot whole lot.
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Paul Stewart
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