I Saw Claws

<br>blur sores that breed and crawl around on one`s chest <br>cracks and stains in a pattern <br>of geometric impossibilities the ashes and the razors that <br>tore one`s hallucinations <br>to shreds the clatter and the clamour melliflous as the <br>nightingales` song <br>oh where have I been where have I bled <br>lungs filled with sulphur thrown open the doors that led to <br>emptiness burned into <br>the retina an image of the gossamer textiles that separated <br>two bodies fantasies <br>of sleep ricochets within a parralellogram <br>oh where have I been where have I bled <br>the art of contradiction <br>of contraction of contortion of contusion of confusion of <br>conclusion