Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Speed~

Speed~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole

Blood in the mist

a spectacular flare of life

stuck between broken ribs

on a crushing exhale

cars flash by

spreading bone trails

pulling a red pulse

 between grass and asphalt

but

they never quite kill the doe;

Pan’s hoof comes down hard on the break between my nimble feet

unhinging my spine much like a flare

beneath my reptilian hindbrain

unwrapping civil me like candy

 

I am an animal

with wild grace in my hands

with life in the stains of my palms

I always kneel

my leg bones made of coagulates

my eyes rimmed in vertical light;

mercy is a sorry excuse

for the burial of my lightning fingers

inside a beating heart

silencing the agony

with ecstasy shooting surreal morphine

deep into my wrists

as Pan hooks his wires into my vertebrae

binding me

yet again

to a dirty twilight

 

Pan calls shotgun

hooves through the window

claws a tippy tap tap

on the side wind

of another shattering day

of a doe

a deer

“No more feeding in the Pines, damnit Pan!”

one black marble eye

depthless as a singularity

orbits my black diamond and granite  heart

wink, wink,

he asks

“My lovely, hunters are fair game?”;

 

Personal Pan, how I love you so

 

My hands in blood prints

camouflage nere’ do well

under the speed of my tilted hands

crossbows strung in trees like damaged fruit

arrows bent through the grass

bullets unspent

under the crush of Pan’s hooves dancing

his lute untamed

the music collapsing inward

on a thousand and one dead men

 

Eat them! Eat them all up!!”

the monster ball

in a clearing of fig trees snapped through a filament of decaying atomics

unprincipled

my child delight

Pan’s mad delight

let us dance in a pond of blood

before we take to the open roads

on speed bent sideways

flying through a vortex of transparent lives

on transparent crossroads

screaming so softly

no one

but the monsters

hear

and answer . . . .

 

 

copyright:2011vssmd/amusemusepress

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

from UnFairy Tales from UnderLand

in bookstores Dec. 2011

© 2011 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole


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the immortal writer strikes again - personal pan in tow with a bag full of kicks and surreal bullets - they never do quite kill the doe - rather leave it injured or slowly sinking into the blood pond with monster fish - tis the nature of it all it seems - "I am an animal with wild grace in my hands" - bravo!

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Your mind, Selene, the way it interprets the world, the way it remakes the world is almost, almost beyond human. Like your poetry, you are a new breed.

I am an animal

with wild grace in my hands

with life in the stains of my palms

I always kneel

my leg bones made of coagulates

my eyes rimmed in vertical light;

mercy is a sorry excuse

for the burial of my lightning fingers

inside a beating heart

silencing the agony

with ecstasy shooting surreal morphine

deep into my wrists

as Pan hooks his wires into my vertebrae

binding me

yet again

to a dirty twilight



The one thing I most appreciate in you is your ability to relay both the light and dark sides of the moon, making no excuses for what you are. You do know how rare that is, don't you?

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Holy smokes Selene! You know..I have never read anyone like you love...every time I am left reeling with pleasure from your work! Wow! You breathe art! xx

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

splendid excerpt Selene...and the lines
"mercy is a sorry excuse
for the burial of my lightning fingers
inside a beating heart
silencing the agony
with ecstasy shooting surreal morphine
deep into my wrists
as Pan hooks his wires into my vertebrae
binding me
yet again
to a dirty twilight"
colored my thoughts exquisitely...you never fail to awe me...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the title "speed" had me expecting to find Keanu and Ms. Bullock...instead i get you and the great god pan! another twisty slant on reality, are there any cool loft apts in your world?

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

All is fair in the middle of the jungle... if you are gonna survive then sometimes you have to take drastic actions... a creatively vicious poem that speaks great truths about the real world.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An inside out world, which amazingly, makes perfect sense!
Sublime writing, as ever.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Of rebellion and irony, so bitter sweet, your avid tongue caresses my corneas. The first stanza had such sheer power and devastating imagery that I could hardly control the pace at which projectors are flipped and cigarette burns plaster Pan onto my brain. The mutilation of the doe was brilliant. The concept of man

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

combined with the picture, this flames out 'like shook foil',...the quaking ground opens and i fall through the ground into the myth of betrayal and blood, and hands still reaching

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh how I wish I could write something like this. Absolutely fantastic!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such a poetic bloodrush , a chakra tingling mindrace through the nightscape of the mytho-imagination - wow !

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tags: poetry, beautiful agony, Pan, girl as puzzled piece, selene skye, animals, justice, those damn tilted scales, hooves, twist myth, magik things, books, author, unfairy tales from underland

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