Rene'

Rene'

A Collaoration with J. K. York

Photo by !Levi

Writen work by J. K. York:

Cadaver

with a heavy knife, tempered
in a hot forge of good carbon,
i splay you open like a dissected
frog in a stainless steel tray of formaldehyde-
your entrails a feast of tribal origins,
brightly colored and glistening in the sun
before insects and micro-organisms that feed on
denuded flesh come to complete the cycle
as old as the stars-
and your heart no longer pumping
leads me to believe that the stillness in the universe
is only temporary,
and I feel alone and strangely aware
of all the places and all the faces you had known
as your intestinal sausage slips and slithers
through my fingers.
I empty you out
of all your internal possessions
and keep the fine shell that held you together
and stuff it full of fruits and flowers,
you would have wanted it that way.

we sit in a room with no furniture
and you never ask “what’s going on?” or “who said what?”
and I enjoy your company, but then you know
that conversation is an art.

I read to you selected passages from Our Lady of the Flowers.
and we stare at the phone that doesn’t ring, and when its winter
we will make snow angels, so wild, so free.

but then,
your brooding silence disturbs me
like the dripping faucet in the dark hours of morning
drills a hole straight through my head
and anger spits tension down my spine and
that urge to slap the silly look off your face, my friend,
is real and undeniable,
but then,

when your fruit is rotten
and your flowers no longer fresh, I will be there
because love is a multi-faceted thing.

Rene' belongs to the following groups:

Ebony and Ivory