A brand new poem - 02/11/2001 in Opendiary Archive

Written only last night. I woke up in the middle of the night, which (I am assured) is when all the best ideas come. So I scribbled it down, and here transcribe it for all of you to read. Aren’t I nice. I really must stop reading dark fiction before going to sleep.

Needle Dreams

How many innocent lovers, can dance on the head of pins
and needles; probing virgin flesh to seek out
conquer, consume, and collapse the dream of waking in the nights
balm of unsoliceted introspection.

Stick in; pin. Twist, shout, scream, sigh, song, sweet symphony in futile
cacophony. Take the beauty further then
skin. Skin deep spurts of introspective extrovert; contradict
Live inside the crystal arm. Fracture; find; feed.

Withdraw the lover. He drips blood. Drained; destroyed; dispised; discard.
Day falls. Sleep, angel in diamond dreams of still
dance. Never wonder; fix. Next and last. Don’t think don’t feel don’t breathe.
Dream what you could have had, but never took. Dream.

It’s rare that I’m happy with a poem, but I think this one is quite good. Agree or disagree, I don’t mind. More importantly, a huge great fluffy hug to anyone who can tell me “what does it mean?”

huggles

Boiling man