NOSEBLEEDCLUB

Architecture & Urban Design Digest

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God isI have forgotten my name

My lips bleed as I spit out my words,

My bad intentions, my secrets

Apollo laughs at the irony

I grit my teeth

God is the Word

And the Word is given to Man, and he breaks it under

his fists

I build my religion, my mythology, my stories

From swollen fingertips and late nights

From under my father’s unappreciative gaze

From personality quizzes, looking, searching, for

answers everywhere

The foundation is sand, and my sense of self is

crumbling

Running, fumbling, for the light switch

I built churches and burn them down

Take up the bible and send it flying across the room

We are like God,

We are created in his image, and we are choking on

the light

When I was younger, I almost drowned in my school

pool

I told no one

That night I had dreams of waterfalls with calm

surfaces

Of terror underneath the waves

Do Hail Mary’s work against your self?

I am the Word,

A single syllable resonating in the skull

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God is the Word

And the Word is a single syllable, resonating in the skull

I build a temple too myself out of the written word

Sentence structure

Adverb, adjetive, noun and Verb

Texts in the middle of the night

Message received, seen 5 hours ago

If I do not believe in myself, who will?

God is the Word

And the Word is heard, light flooding the universe

Silence is always tempting, peering between the branches

And I eat it, crush it between my teeth

I bite the apple, bite my cheek,

hit my fingers against laptop keys

Holding my tongue as it writhes between the pages and the

ink

Green skinned, poisoned fang, I swallow

Words rising from my throat

Like pomegranate seeds, like fingers, like my own flesh

God is the Word,

And the Word is life, duplicating rapidly, mutating genetics

My mouth is not my own

Metis?

My mouth is blood red and stinging

Persephone?

My mouth is cursed with serpents

Medusa?

My mouth is wide and gasping for air

Charybdis?

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"The sky was honeysuckles, amberdripping down the banister. A steadyrush of complicity upon the skyline.An open heart surgery dotting the

sky. I think about my hands. My handstouching yours. I think about what we

can share. This brief touch, thissinking sensation. I touch your hand

and think this is good. My breathbreaks skin, my lips cut deep as I kiss

your palm. Open wounds, openmouths, sleeping spells, and heady

dreams.This is what lives between us,the subway pulls away from the

station and I help you rip open oldwounds. A vacant hole, blotting out

the sky."

V STORM

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