La Bouche
Posted by Brijit Reed in Uncategorized
walk-walking
ambulating everywhere–
pitch-pitching,
plummeting here,
hurt-hurtling there
with the quirking jerks–
the jerking quirks–
the spinning whirls
whirling and twirls
that send me
through fields of possibilities
and spasms that sometimes
make me bleed from the head–
sometimes the eyes,
the ears,
the mouth–
and the heart
instead.
la bouche
bouching,
the masticate
masticating,
the French
frenching,
the kiss
kissing,
the touch
touching–
gaping maw
mawing,
chewing us up–
spitting us out.
mouthful of electricity
coursing forcibly
through my nerves
of their own volition–
will willing
to reconstruct structures
in accord accordingly
to the will wilfully
construct-structing and building
itself from the inside out.
downloading the sight
of blind seeing,
the sound of mute
singing,
and lame-winging it
joyfully, boisterously,
buoyantly, and
Light
cascading down
my raw hollow nerves,
bouncing from particle
to particle,
pinballing, wheeling,
twisting, reeling,
stalking shadows–
a luminous lantern
casting sunlight
in pirouetting rotations,
waving oscillations
orbiting, spiraling ‘round
spineless spines–
vining vines vining,
twining through
the vastest lies vasting–
digest-gesting,
feasting, reclining like swine.
the bigger the inclines–
the greater the equines
needed to jump them,
bursting through the clouds
and through the third of my ears,
the third of my eyes,
and into the warm-
honeyed embrace
that shines from a heart
ruptured from the corruption
of fear and despair,
cushioned by the lullabies
of blinking lights that shine
on the cities below–
refine-fining, defy-fying
virtual realities
into solid states
that blink in
and out of the abyss.