Cutting Weather

Poesy plus Polemics

(Originally posted here March 2013)

Photo from 2-clicks-collectableknives.com

seek refuge from storms

in the comforting pain

of a violent skin

so handy to

private stiletto points

sharper than conscience

leaving prettier scars

than self-loathing

****

lacerate lightning

slice open thunder

with a flick of the wrist

snap-click to release

fierce relief

aboriginal steel

in glad grip of

psychotic pink fingers

****

stab hurricane hearts

carve the scorn from their winds

lay the blade

to mad voices

that roar in the maw

abjuring its meal

of calcified cold

autophobia

****

so why do they do it

excoriate beauty

slash foul raging thoughts

again and again drawing blood

I can only imagine

they do it because

it’s the chiseled-in-flesh

law of madness

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