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The poem is about deliberate self-harm (DSH) however the poem is more suicidal than the title suggests I recently modified it for a reading of poetry over at the Goat in Sopwell Lane with Rrrants incidentally the Goat St Albans is a surprisingly large pub given its small fascia - in a banal analogy :- one can consume surprisingly large amounts of alcohol through a relatively small hole in the front of a head

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Book 101 is intended to be a collection of poems by Mike Burr intended as a xmas 2008 present for his mother with no thematic precept.

Self Harm [revision 1]

behind your silent mask the brides of intent stare hard as diamond through deceptions perfumed veils moving slinky green confetti immobile making leaves are falling their children vines arise and bind me to the living torture ground fears like lizards pervade the crawling lines of lies, on earth, and descend through idle talk and verbiage like true carnivores drawn round a victim gloating pon the many wealths of paradise plastic cabalistic creatures dance confused in spurious measure rhythms twisting on their wired frames cool steel feel my hot dissection limbs entwine contorted then by voices spinning through the cradle bars that came in parental bursts the words of anger and of violence wedded to such distant music snakes as veins are spurting up wards standing their swaying notes hissing like a weak damnation they wander through my waning sadness they sneak in cowering rivulets across the floor and out to meet the greatness of the stars

Sources…

Original concept came via AH who wrote a rather naff song relating to the subject as a result of an encounter with someone suffering from DSH - I decided to modify and brutalise it in view of one of my friends predilection for the DSH

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self harm - wiki