Tuesday, 29 March 2005

muse




with a slow blade i cut into my flesh revealing my floating rib which i grip with anointed fingers and then snap with a sound of random violence that crackles with a harsh clarity as i take my broken bone and try to layer it with tendon, tissue and epidermis and then breathe the breath of life into its chaste lips. my eve. my angel. my xia.



words by cocaine jesus

15 comments:

Pincushion said...

Ummmm...how do I react to this..! The making of EvE!
But I do want to believe..that there was more to her than that..!

But hey CJ its a sunny day today after a looooong time..we should be out there in the park..chatting under the deep blue sky!!!

Cocaine Jesus said...

pincushion>>>this is about my trying to breathe some life into my muse so that i can get some inspiration and not about the christian eve (i'm very much NOT a christian. as for steping out into the sun in the park..hey girl, i'm up for it you bring a bottle of wine and i'll pack a picnic. waddya say>

Pincushion said...

hey..if thats the context..then I love it! guess i kinda got lost...

as for the picnic..n wine..i say..why ever not?!!!
cheers :))

bismuth said...

i have a very vivid imagination so that freaked me out at first. but i read it again then whoa! love it. :)

gulnaz said...

makes me think that creation is a bloody thing, i am not saying in a gory kind of a way more of blood and sweat.
it hardly seems your muse has left you though.

floots said...

Megawow. Like this one. Not familiar with Xia so went on netsearch and found a dominatrix in San Fransisco!
Weird thing: I've just been writing about things theological as well and then came back and found your comment on the pic (thanks) which brought me here. I love when things are seen from new angles as in this poem. I keep trying to remember who wrote a poem(s) from the perspective of a tumour. ???

Cocaine Jesus said...

bismuth>>>thats the trouble with vivid imaginations they are just like children and they never know their place do they? wouldn't want it any other way tho'

gulnaz>>>it is and for the most part it just comes BUT she seems (my muse that is) to be on vacation at the moment so if you see her over there send her back!!!

as for gory and horrific, just wait until Monday. (you have been warned!!!)

Cocaine Jesus said...

floots>>>tumour and rumour were the words weren't they? and yes i remember being impressed by the poem too, and recently. shit. who was it? maybe aisha.

NicoleBraganza said...

Very graphic, yes. But something so mysteriously beautiful about it. The muse is as an unexplained element of your conciousness. You, the poet....you are the creator.

Cocaine Jesus said...

nicole>>>i guess it is easier to blame somebody else, in this case my 'muse' than to accept blame for yourself but yeah you are right.

floots>>>you haven't got the number of that dominatrix have you? . . .for a friend of mine of course.

Aisha said...

hmm...so this is turning into an everyday thing! Cool...more for me to read!!!
:D

Cocaine Jesus said...

aisha>>>i doubt very much if it will remain an everyday thing but who knows?

floots said...

The number? Beats me - (but I deserve it!)

transience said...

lucky girl, that xia.

Cocaine Jesus said...

transience>>>yes she is and apparently is very happy holidaying somewhere warm.