a tribute to taxidermy

August 9th, 2008 @ 10:28 PM

holding the lit end of a cigarette on top of an ant, watching it squirm. i pull in.

there is a capacity for hate in theory, and i practice it in my mind. visualizing all the things that could go wrong.

nothing is ever right.

i’ll pull you in closely and lock you in a ziplock tonight.

there will be droplets of condensation in the bag come morning. we’ll make love three times and slowly suffocate.

they’ll find us locked together. a tribute to taxidermy, you spread eagle. and me inside.

  1. posted by Hannah on August 12, 2008 @ 5:44 pm

    This is an interesting bit. Your metaphors are vivid and surreal, like most of your writings. I quite enjoyed some of your poetry/writing, by the way. Especially “Nude Altitude”. I write as well, but my style is much different.

    Oh, and thanks for letting me know I spelled pseudo wrong, even though I feel a bit stupid now.

  2. posted by Blanca on August 15, 2008 @ 8:58 pm

    Hi, I found your website so I thought I’d say hello and ‘leave a mark’ *pees* lol jk.. :P

  3. posted by Gerald on August 16, 2008 @ 4:13 am

    perfect….
    this is really nice justin….
    i can see clearly your imagery..
    nice…, that means your not virgin anymore right?
    heheh..
    take care..

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