|Salomé Swung the Polonaise|
Body without organs
philosophy without sense
Chopin and Switchfoot
dance madly through your tranquil eyes
and seduce all gravity to death.
I used to paint a man
rising through water color songs without words words
and point with finger
that drew life from the blood of God
and scream to you: "There,
Art is there, and it is your savior
from all your sinister righteousness."
And you dance away
dance away from me, that man,
down the stretch of narrow hips of time
across the midnight eye.
Beauty in death danced with hatchets to you
dancer of my seven lonelinesses
with chaos clutching twisted brown upon thy cheek
aureolin groping quivered tenderness up and down your thighs
a kiss of tragedy above the spine
from lips of lacerated opera seats
gives me a headache scratching up myth meth love
on these decapitating suicides of fingernailed autumn days.
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