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of womb and wither

the first a face a tantric paste a bookend of lights one electric and waspish

stinging eyes not yet fully open the other an orgasm a tickertape parade

that ends with something incomprehensible      its duality you see

there are parties for the friends your mother begged to come round

there are parties where you piss yourself and everyone drinks and drinks

because you are dying and somewhere between the cut of the umbilicus

and the brackish thrust of the machine that made your final breath

is a dizzying display of radiance, the northern lights inside your cerebellum  

and everything’s exploding all at once but Christ what would it be

to brace those tiny feet against the bone,  to cut out these perverted histrionics,

the fireworks of grief and beauty, to settle for nine months of amniotic bliss

to return to the father having never felt the ire of his lash

◄ a stain to never fade

shedding velvet in monochrome/a field in england ►

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Martin Elder

Mon 8th Oct 2018 08:29

I often find that those words that spill out quickly are among the best and this is no exception Stu

Nice one

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Stu Buck

Tue 18th Sep 2018 09:59

Cheers guys! Thanks for the lovely comments as ever.

I'm glad the words seem to spill out for you Graham, I suppose because I write so quickly they have that effect.

Nice to have some time to browse through all the work I have missed on here as well.

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raypool

Mon 17th Sep 2018 20:55

Really special and specular - there seems to be an implication of the violent dislocation of birth and how close to ecstasy is the spirit and how it survives in spite of itself.
A real masterwork. Yes, how do you do this?

Great to get another pearl from you Stu.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 17th Sep 2018 17:58

I can literally feel this spilling out of your mouth Stu! How do you do this?

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Mon 17th Sep 2018 17:55

This is amazing writing !
Love the ending too.

Hannah

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