Cut
What a thrill ---
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of a hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.
Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls
Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz.
A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.
Whose side are they on?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill
The thin
Papery feeling.
Saboteur,
Kamikaze man ---
The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux Klan
Babushka
Darkens and tarnishes and when
The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence
How you jump ---
Trepanned veteran,
Dirty girl,
Thumb stump.
----
Suicidal but lovely. Plath, all along. Oh, and on another note, I saw King Kong yesterday. It blew me away completely. What a brilliant piece of work. Ooh-rah. And it was very touching towards the end, I almost cried. :(
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of a hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.
Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls
Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz.
A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.
Whose side are they on?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill
The thin
Papery feeling.
Saboteur,
Kamikaze man ---
The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux Klan
Babushka
Darkens and tarnishes and when
The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence
How you jump ---
Trepanned veteran,
Dirty girl,
Thumb stump.
----
Suicidal but lovely. Plath, all along. Oh, and on another note, I saw King Kong yesterday. It blew me away completely. What a brilliant piece of work. Ooh-rah. And it was very touching towards the end, I almost cried. :(
posted by 100hands at Thursday, December 22, 2005
3 Comments:
omg. I cut my finger today while cutting onions too. Silly part being that it made me cry for real :-(
I ate your Kitchen Knifes™
I ate your Kitchen Knifes™
I ate your Kitchen Knifes™
I ate your Kitchen Knifes™
I ate your Kitchen Knifes™
King Kong was the first movie I remember seeing as a young child...the original B&W version. I recall sitting in front of the TV with tears flowing for the ape. I was such a bleeding heart even then...I've never been able to watch it since. :)
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