Stabbers of the Knife, By Kenny Pelts

warm flesh and oh so smooth skin TWINS a sun and moon 
I could have been anything leading the armies of the 
free or building the great elaborate id. but one of 
them i dared to love so long without defense my eyes 
went white and blind. now i know -only two, two 
wretched sisters fucking-lying sisters woe and hate. 
the ghost of a carcass, chipped away its morsels RED + 
WET losing warmth RED + WET cleaved, hacked from my 
back RED + WET yielded from me by a stabber of the 
knife. THRUSTING/ PUSHING/ FORCING/ SPREADING/ THE 
HEART/ OF ME/ CONCEPTUAL KNIVES/ COLD INSIDE/ FUCKING 
ME/ KNIVES/ FUCKING ME/ THRUSTING/ PROBING/ DEEPLY/ 
SLOWLY/ FROM HER/ SWEET RIGID DEVICE and one of them i 
dared to love so long without defense my eyes went 
white and blind my eyes went white and blind my eyes 
went white and blind. TO ALL THIS i SPIT AND LEER, 
CHEERING VAGUE OBScENITIES IN AN EMPTY ROOM..... ON A 
DIRTY FLOOR.... WRITING PAGAN POETRY ON MY BIRTHDAY 
CARD, ANOTHER DAMN BIRTHDAY CARD SPLINTERS.... WRITING 
HOLIDAY COMMENTARY.