_(drop) C#_injection (A poem in beat & rhythm)

Dark and clean, The night is agape, Waves of the sea: stomach acid pummelling the rocks. She walks along the pier; Tongue silk satin dress wailing in a starlight
like cigarette burns in the universe.
She bleeds for sound
Buildings spread like ulcers in the silt. Painfully silent. The screams of birds and calls of lonely marionettes are never quite enough.
She burns at the door stoop, Abstinence the salt upon her open mind.
The bandstand club commands
Urgent for a fix

Knock Knock

The Gaslamp rigor-mortis plays upon barren moonlight.
Fuck Fuck Fuck

Knock Knock Knock
 

Cellar Door ajar Cellar Door ajar
Tasting utter need it opens.
Silent parallel chairs extend
Hello,,,       Again again again again
Hard leather, cold black rope, Silicone sweat, to taste
The thin man approaches
Sackcloth sharps and liquid the colour of worn brasspricks, pressure, steel violation
And ...Buzz
Vibration

. . . .

Tears accent a Crimson baselineLife caught in bated breathFlesh spread wide to airLight waves pulsating drumbeatSaxophone hairlines stiffen Fibers dissident on skinHorns of raising lust quaver
She waits,,,

The rhythm                                                    

1.. 2.. 1. 2. ..

Rumpled floors crescendo  Simple taste explodes in breathCurling tongue

PianoStretch

1..2..1..2

They watch her

1..2..1..2

Eyes in box-step round her chestLymph nodes swellDrums undress

Fortissimo
Forte

Heartbeat rising

Fortissimo
Forte

Back is arching

1,2,1,2

Short stepShort step

ListeningSweltering

1,2,1,2

Taught soles achingAirways ravingTense thighs shaking

1..2..1..2
PianoFortePianoForte

Forte Forte Forte Forte
 

[beat]
Gasp
 

'At last'
 

She floats, collapsed,
Agape
She arpeggiates  
A Death rattle accordion
Suffocates
Eyes flutter half steps against

cheeks choked and
Joints bent at obtuse angles
 

a growing lake of satin

beat whispers

One drop,
One drop,
Just

one

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