for hours after it reverberates, adrenaline shaking me delirious like holy spirit epileptic manifestations in the aisles of your rhythmic temple romantically cleansed in the murkiest of baptisms you sing,
and it carves me hollow, scraped clean, empty,
guts and seeds, stripped bare to the rind and lit up smiling every note standing hairs on end till I’m a forest lost in the bewildering wilderness you croon these heart wrenching choral confessions that unfurl in wooden ribbons from your oaken diaphragm roots, rising up and out, scratching and grabbing air growing into every open ear, holding attention boa tight your gnarling lyric branches weaving through every orifice choking the sun with sweet darkness just keep me captive tethered and chained to your next word, my lungs asphyxiating in the black ink lagoon you’ve spelled your lines and measures with I’ve got it bad, this malady of your ballads I want to manifest all your everythings tie myself in strings and set myself between your knees the devil will believe me I want to zip the flesh down from my neck
peel back my ribs and beg for another hit
your bow, in viscera slicing strokes
each horse hair cut, gut weeping enchantments
you play and we offer blood
I’m not sure who’s sacrificing
but I’ll give anything for more
there is no coming back to real life after this
this narcotic need to feed on
more scores
Nora Noir 