hands
hands make you think of skin don’t they
film of skin, all cracked opaque ringed with lines like old tree stumps
how many lines mean how many years how many breaths
make you think like babies’ hands spools of fat and old people’s hands brown spotted lily livered and
mother hands in dough all thick and floury
and hands make you think of skin touching fingers hands brushing stroking other people hands on yours other peoples hands on your
skin hands make you think of
that
don’t they
~
but my hands are not made for that no
my hands are all dirt crusted digging in the earth
calvary
(his hands are crusted in blood, all pierced through with
nails)
nails
mine
dirt under them dirt getting in the whats that called again
the seam of the finger where the bad things get in
like on clothes where the needle flashes up and up
whiteness between nail and flesh
and
nail
hm
digging digging me, I am, like a dog
like a bitch with a bone
don’t fucking touch me don’t say my name
i am
busy
digging myself a bit deeper
nails fingers catching on something hard hm
hm?
hm but no just trash of the earth just
pillars of salt
(don’t fucking touch me i am a
i am a cursed thing
i will change i promise i will turn
to salt to dust to ashes if you fucking
if you even dare
touch me
if you even dare-
~
hm breathe
out of air for a second there
haha
nails went in too hard drew
blood for a second there
oh
well
blood is just iron really isn’t it
just goes back into the earth really
doesn’t it
all elements all minerals or something yeah
haha
oh well show goes on search goes on
turn over rocks like looking for woodlouse
looking for light in the darkness
yeah
(darkness coming in soon must get back soon
yeah
mother
will be worried
won't she
mother will be a
awailing
mother i must
mother i
mother i have
sinned
~
must prepare for mother must wash mud off hands blood off hands must wash my hands of you must
oh
must talk in full sentences again not again talk in full sentences !! add your C your capital letters full stops punctuation. take out the gaps red marker red crosses for not stopping for not putting in stops. stop. my darling wife i am coming home to you stop. i would like it if you stopped please stop. stop
compus mentus mentus corporus quis et dei god who is god who is my mother
(stop)
