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Naked And Now Dead
by Dee Sunshine

Monday, July 14, 2003

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I have kissed the black cloud till its juice has penetrated my lips,
Dripping its thickened blood down my chin, my chickenbone chest,
My hollowed out belly.
















NAKED AND NOW DEAD



What does it matter now, this derangement of the senses?
I have kissed the black cloud till its juice has penetrated my lips,
Dripping its thickened blood down my chin, my chickenbone chest,
My hollowed out belly.

What does it matter, that I have danced with death?
That I have felt her velvet pudendum against my groin;
And suffered, oh how I suffered!
The ecstasy of abandonment, Peter’s salt in my bowel,
Satan’s nightlight in my burned out eyes?

What does it matter, through this haze? Through the mire
Of medication, in the bright light of rebirth,
Under the bitter neon sun, with angels’ fingers dancing
On the concrete carpet of my veins?

What does it matter, in this televisual void of delirium? In this
Humdrum, bored, acquisitive world? What does it matter
That I have torn open my flesh to inquire into the nature of pain
When the senses can be invalidated: as simple as a needle slipping
Insidious, into my naked flesh?

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