Saturday, April 19, 2008

break the ice

break the sound
the silence
the shift into gear
the line starts right here
hear that
that sharp
snap
cracklepop
of bloodnbone
of ear drums filledto bursting
of joy of flesh
of fleshy slapping scraping
skin your knee
gaze your face
disgrace blooms in your trouser crotch
a botched job
a hatchet smack dab
in the middle
of the road
poisonous toad
lick its back
and take your chances
take yourself away
in a nice neat plastic tub
do you want rice with that
greasy feeling
pit of stomach reeling
queasy knot
nausea rising
bile on the tip of your tongue
acid coats your teeth
your breath a reeking diseaese thing
a plague a blight
you light it alight
a light
burns
blazes
crackle
snap-pop
breaks the ice