Stabbers Of The Knife, By Kenny Pelts - HORSE the Band

warm flesh and oh so smooth skin TWINS a sun and moon

I could have been anything leading the armies of the

free or building the great elaborate id.

but one of

them i dared to love so long without defense my eyes

went white and blind.

now i know -only two, two

wretched sisters fucking-lying sisters woe and hate.

the ghost of a carcass, chipped away its morsels RED +

WET losing warmth RED + WET cleaved, hacked from my

back RED + WET yielded from me by a stabber of the

knife.

THRUSTING/ PUSHING/ FORCING/ SPREADING/ THE

HEART/ OF ME/ CONCEPTUAL KNIVES/ COLD INSIDE/ FUCKING

ME/ KNIVES/ FUCKING ME/ THRUSTING/ PROBING/ DEEPLY/

SLOWLY/ FROM HER/ SWEET RIGID DEVICE and one of them i

dared to love so long without defense my eyes went

white and blind my eyes went white and blind my eyes

went white and blind.

TO ALL THIS i SPIT AND LEER,

CHEERING VAGUE OBScENITIES IN AN EMPTY ROOM… ON A

DIRTY FLOOR… WRITING PAGAN POETRY ON MY BIRTHDAY

CARD, ANOTHER DAMN BIRTHDAY CARD SPLINTERS… WRITING

HOLIDAY COMMENTARY.