This body covered with matted hair, this body that smells of old sweat, this body is an instrument of dance, this body that stood like a tree in the whites of winters and greens of monsoons, this body on which lines have been craved with chisels of words, kisses, lips, tongues this body that grows taut to beautiful music, poems, certain voices and skins this body that races on pavements, this body which knows deep pain, which wears a gaunt face and tired eyes, this body which loves rivers, old railway stations, sunsets, wild flowers growing on roadsides, moon hanging on the firmament and stars. this body that is the sea that keeps crashing on the drakness of the incoming night, this body was born as an mysterious smooth egg, now its shell is craked, just a glancing touch of a stranger sends it into a hysterical pain, this body is an yellowing newspaper with news that has gone stale, this body is now a figment of you limited imagination, this body once or twice almost stood at an altar of pure nakedness and said "I do I do". Now I do I do kill it every evening and every night. Die Die Die. It waits for a needle to pierce the views, a blade to slice, dice and chop the viens, it rolls in sleep, a ship sinking in unfinished promises, a cur scavenging in these grabage dumps of dead dreams. This body knows and this body will remember you, you and you, this body was a weapon that sliced through you, this body was a tatoo that you can't ever erase, this body is the eclipse of the sun to come, this body is the growling wind of death, the invisible jail in which you will lead your small life, buy your clothes, wear your lip gloss, go to your balls, your dreams, this body is the sky that is slowly seeping through this hole into the whole world, the smell of ash, the taste of sweet plums, and the sound of hail on tin roofs you would sleep underneath all your nights. Beware Beware Beware. This body is an explosive. Beware of the body! ------------------------------------------ 2002:05:30 19:30 Atlanta