Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

September 18, 2010


Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 12:55 pm

You rode a thin line between art and abuse, and the monster’s mask you wore to choke and restrain me was like the face you’d had in genuine rage minutes earlier. Your little Lilac, parchment paper for your maps became the map; bitten and sobbing in genuine fear.

What words are in your head? you ask.
Thank you. (Gratitude becomes customary.)

Where do you want me? I ask.
I want you present, as if you’re fighting for your life.

You’re teaching me to fight, brother. You’re giving me something worthy of fighting for; and something to fight against. (Like a litter of kittens…)


1 Comment »

  1. “Each of us owns half the map–like two renaissance potentates we define a new culture with our anathematized mingling of bodies, merging of liquids…”

    You’re right to have thought TAZ was right up my alley, and I see it in you as much.

    – Your Brother and Avatar of Chaos

    Comment by Fistandantilus — October 7, 2010 @ 11:50 am

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