skull

Skullplay

Could I

collect up the

remnants of

perhaps

a few scattered

and empty shells

of animal

existance and

by sheer and

frightnening luck

have some rope or string

either will do

nearby?

But why

but why

you’d like to know?

Here’s why.

I would

with the string,

attach each skull I discover

on my short treks out

into the

cold

and

frosty winterness

maybe a hare’s skull

complete with teeth

or a crow’s beak

with plucked feather

still stuck to the carrion?

into a long

and stony

bony

rope.

With each interval of

admittedly rotting

bone, it would feel marvelous

absolutely

to have them concealed for a time

not too long

just enough so don’t become…

uncomfortable

up inside myself.

Each skull

scratching away with its

rotting canine teeth or

even

a beak?

at my colon. But don’t

make too much

fuss. After all

they’ll be tugged out after a little while.

To bring me to ecstasy.

As if at pistol-point.

And I’ll shriek my way through hell and back.

With the blood and the leaking.

And the bodily cursing.

As my eyes water.

As my lungs contract.

As my stomach turns over.

And I pull them out.

Each skull

readily

ruined but

completely

fulfilled in its

their

job.

And next time

when I’m more

aware

of my ablutions

I’ll keep the child-skulls.

I’ll keep them.

Clean.

Gather more rope.

And enjoy myself

once more

just entirely once more

despite the blood

they have less teeth

again.

VI: Scrawl

V: Scrawl

 

Found scrawlings from inside my grey and dying mind:

 

MAKE IT RED
MAKE IT BLUE
ADD POLKA DOTS
AND WHITE STRIPES TOO

MAKE CRIMSON
MAKE VERMILION
MAKE VERTO
AWAKE THE MILLION
SEETHING COLOURS BEFORE MY EYES
THE SEETHING COLOURS BEFORE I BREATHE
THEY RISE BEFORE MY CURVING BACK
OH, JOLT TO RUN AND DON’T LOSE TRACK

BUT DRINK THE BARK
AND SUCK THE LEAVES
AND TWIST AROUND AND
THERE HE IS, THE SKULL-FACED MAN
WHO SCREAMS ONLY IN
INFRASOUND.

 

VII: Scrawl

I: From Lull

My tongue is sharp,

But my blade is dull,

I carve a word onto my skull,

A thought, a mind, a name, a seal,

A name’s the only thing that keeps me real,

Close your eyes and see inside,

Look into your own mind,

Right through to the dark and dull,

And read my name:

Lull
Lull
Lull