Rock Video Love

Jim Larwill

Canadian Shield Chapbooks I.
Text Box: MOLESTATION Tip tap finger fall flesh patter sing a moist sprinkle on bloodless skin warm sun waits for clouds to awake your wreath of thorns quivers and quakes apocalypse or birth both part the veil you are the cross and I the nail find me a Christ and on you I lay for all eternity minus one day Text Box: with my repetition my swing my jackhammer's rapid-rhythm-fire compressed air driving words this tongue the valve of my soul these carbide tipped fingers finding your faults caressing you in to frag ments. Text Box: MAGDALENE I want to tell you something but I'm not sure what. It has to do with your skin something about how tight and smooth it is about how you are a Cherub Mona Lisa and how your smiling fingers flutter like petals on my pillow or maybe it’s how at other times you seem like a Baby Buddha one that's made of white vinyl and not porcelain. Listen kid I don't know what alabaster is and I don't even want to know Text Box: Taste my words then rip my skin your nails cut deep and my blood is sweet kill your Gods for this day’s bread this verse pure lips your cunt strong wine. Text Box: STONES Drip by drip day by day word by word Time does not split rocks I do Listen to them stones they cry out to be smashed into pieces I wet a boulder before I hammer it pound it here pound it there the discourse of the sledge give them resonance and they crack surface water penetrates deeper and deeper Text Box: This crucifix when it slipped into that well of desire you nearly exploded. It scared me I wanted to turn you inside-out not destroy you! So I stopped and you told me of how you like to scratch and sing. So maybe you’re not the one that’s fragile and conceptions are less than immaculate. Text Box: SACRIFICE Kneeling before this delicate feast it is not so much the devouring of flesh as a worshipping of the starvation that chews my soul. Lay upon this alter together we will burn moment our eyes take flight meet and fuse become pressed into a rippling sky. This spark my hunger swollen parchment of your body fuel our love a flame all life ash Before you I bow pray tongue warm words search for font of my redemption.