The Needle Verses (I)
"Is there anything so bold
as an honest person?"
he mused,
his body pierced
and draining blood
his fingers going numb.
"is it easier to be honest
and face that,
or hide away for a few more minutes?"
The Needle Verses (II)
she stroked the white mane
traced the sacred horn
with her fingertips.
she lightly licked the red smears
from her fingers-
it burned like it was supposed to.
she smiled sadly at the glazed eyes-
a touch less beauty in the world
The Needle Verses (III)
He knew it was time
and hence, he knelt...
pain in arms
and pain in head
he bent his mind in circles
as the blood dript
in circles,
and set his life
upon his lips.
The Needle Verses (IV)
it didn't take a lot
he thought
to fill it up...
and dipping finger
baptised one and all
making sure to save
the rest
till he turned them all
away.
The Needle Verses (V)
She slipped further...
into the lake,
and the wetness
was mostly from her eyes.
what she thought was best
was being afraid
and in that
she turned away
her every wish.
The Needle Verses (VI)
"So this is life!"
he said.
"What a stupid joke!"
he said,
and behind his laugh
there lies
the shivering ice
because he knows
he's right.
The Needle Verses (VII)
He climbed the tree
and the memories
and legs longer than before
and not so agile
he slipped from the branch
and fell downwards.
slightly before
the crack of his neck
he thought
"dying beneath an apple tree
how very proper..."
The Needle Verses (VIII)
what had she done?
in releasing him,
he had never wanted
to go!
she turned back
only to find him gone,
and in that
she learned
to never mix pride
with love.
The Needle Verses (IX)
Scratching at the window
a thousand years of this,
Flesh and blood,
the first kiss...
he grew old at the window
glass ripping skin,
pushing underneath and breaking,
as he set it free.
The Needle Verses (X)
he climbed on the roof
to escape his narrow mind
and never once expected
to meet himself there,
and faced with what he himself denied
the lies he hid
from himself,
never expected to be thrown
from that roof
by himself...
The Needle Verses (XI)
she was revisiting thoughts
if only they carried
less pointed weapons
she could dwell there a bit
instead of running for her life
The Needle Verses (XII)
(I'd give anything to spend this night
with you...
intwined
in grotesque shapes
alive
in certain means
to live
to die.)
The Needle Verses (XIII)
She knew
the sweetest drop
a needles tap
and if,
perhaps
she were rockclimbing
through the snow
she may see love,
hanged by her own desires
and smiling all the while
because love has no idea
whats going on...
The Needle Verses (XIV)
candied apples,
he'd see
not so easy
those sweet poisoned skins
claimed her
and her one bit of knowledge
too much.
The Needle Verses (XV)
Lavender...
her dreams became
reality,
inside that purple
spotted sea,
and she was merely ABCs
all tucked away so cozily
in perfect, gentle
lavender.
The Needle Verses (XVI)
he never bothered...
it wasn't necessary
but
he knows now,
the value in giving himself away
lies in keeping enough
to remember who he is.
without that identity
he's food
for the worms.
The Needle Verses (XVII)
She cried
because he gave her everything she wanted
she cried
because she still didn't love him
she cried
because she made a fool of him...
and at last
she cried
because she turned his gentle faith to dust...
those tears
in grains
of silent sands
that trace the winding paths
she rode so easily
and so carelessly
and those tears,
because he doesn't have the decency
to hate her.
The Needle Verses (XVIII)
under a flag,
supporting too much to
make a difference.
lest he forget-
so loaded
on belladonna and aconite
brimming eyes no longer feel
what they used to,
more shock than reaction
alle in asche
chaos for the converted
The Needle Verses (XIX)
he wanted her dead.
landing on her head
dribble dribble red
for what she said
to fill her with lead
pinned to her bed
or cut up instead
shred shred shred
for what she said
he really wishes she were dead.
The Needle Verses (XX)
(cover your eyes,
you won't like this,
its too strange,
you see,
but i danced
because it was Nick Fiend
and the Bongos From Hell.
comatose...
why don't you tell me
why don't you show me
one more time,
sweetheart,
make me smile.
you should see my thoughts,
speak,
9-9-9 from crimson lips
and be careful
because i'm Bowyn,
and i'll smile your reservations
down around your ankles.)
The Needle Verses (XXI)
one time tonight,
she saw
with clarity
her own demise
amid lovely scents,
head held by nymphs
and angels undressing...
...by their eyes
knew there to be
discovery in heaven.
The Needle Verses (XXII)
"drum," he whispered,
you beautiful ghosts.
"drum," he said,
make my head pound.
"drum!" he shouted,
with things
only a ghost needs to rememeber.
The Needle Verses (XXIII)
(you made your choice,
i guess it isn't me
who has to live with it
but i still feel
responsible...
did I make you into this?
did I turn you around inside?
did I tell you
to switch angels?
my mind's a mess
and you aren't helping.)
The Needle Verses (XXIV)
She was his grid.
his thinking
was based on memories of her
and
she filled his mind with possiblities
just as she assured him
this grid was crashing
The Needle Verses (XXV)
(You are relative
to this all,
because you're associated
in my deepest thoughts
like a common element
in my thinking,
i am infected with you.)
The Needle Verses (XXVI)
he never listened...
she told him
"i loved you,"
a thousand times,
before they ever spoke.
The Needle Verses (XXVII)
removing the dirt
from his mouth
tasting the worms
of love,
and the rot
that comes from belief
he lamented
the dying of the light in his eyes.
The Needle Verses (XXVIII -- Final Verses)
Needles are made to Puncture.
(big words
wrapped in passions
set them apart to make them stick
or let them sit larger
but,
these words contain no passion,
they mimic it in emptiness
because the passions have died,
some stillborn
there's no fierceness
only calm detachment
there's no fight
only indifference
there's no hope
in this empty hole
there's no heat in this place...
so when and if
the blood burns again
the words will leap with life,
and we'll dance with them in turn
but right now,
we'd only be a liars
tatooed
with the needle of my words
i sit,
and relish/despise
these patterns
on my soul.
needles
are made to puncture.)