bells, bells, the golden bells
clanging clamoring clairvoyantly
the roaring of the bells
effaces the
portrait of the lady of shallot
the silent halls break into an uproar
of the wedding bells overseeing the
aisle as the bride runs down the stairs
wedding bells peal and shriek
uprooting the ghosts from their seats
the pale-faced bride follows the train
the rapture of the bells swell and swell and swell
a rapture splits the bride open in two
one part dead and one part blue
shriek, squeak, squall the quivering of the
solemn hall the bells thunder and howl
to birth the stupor of a woman scorned
the bride guts her entrails and bludgeons
her groom to death the wedding bouquet
births a hornet’s nest the halls are convulsing
as the tremors of the bells break
the body grows frail and fraught
fraying at the brittle bones, woven taut
the body grows weary in june
the candor of the mysterious missing ribs
the gutted entrails fill every dream
in tightened slumber and the wake of nought
danger ebbs and flows through the hallways
of the house, the epicenter of cataclysmic despair
the harrowing harkness of the drought
and the conniving scheme of the body without organs
the halls split apart unearthing the pit of my belly
and the orifice of stark desire pregnant with doubt
the groaning of the bellsbellsbellsbells
is the orchestral set, the rummaging in the bed
the wound cut up the meat sold in parts and peels
the bride cudgels the bastard groom to death
meticulous, thwack thwack thwack thwack
the shrapnel finds her beloved in the pits
of the cantaloupe-like body scooped in the cadillac
the body in the fall twists itself inside out
the tremor of the muffled monotone
bloats the body and pulls it down
the body in june is an immovable object
biding the ranks of rustic time
the apartment reeks of dried up blood
a mosaic of red seeps into the cracks of wood
the body recovers and snaps in half
the body wails and shrieks and chemically sedates
there is the brute bell again
sobbing supersonic stifled by the palpitating air
cl
ang clang cl
ang clang clang
clang clang clang cl
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the bells dont speak the bells dont chime
throwing dawn back into the throes of a staggering night
unease quells within the body the corpse bride is part
red with one foot in the grave the body clangors itself shut
june bleeds into the rest of the year morphing and mutating
into the hallway lady shallot hangs upside down the tower
bells for limbs bells for nerve the body racks up
a resounding shrill the reverberation of a woman scorned
in the moments of her shining act
the bride operates the mace the mirch and the sledgehammer
to nail the final act of the play, for the very last party trick
she skulls the torso and plummels the eyes into the snug sockets
strokes his hair and guts a twitching morose head
the mansion shrieking as the body swathes
the hallways with offal galore, the bells rise and rack up the wall
the body throttles itself to death, i am sorry the house is a mess
i am sorry the house is a mess my nerves are strangulating their ends
i must finish the load of laundry i am sorry the house is a mess my body
bled all over the place you know how it gets the dishes are piling up
and my body is haranguing itself into submission i am sorry the house
is a mess my body is terrorizing the place you know how it gets when
your body is disintegrating and fissuring all over the place it is unfortunate
i cannot make it to your party my body is preoccupied with keeping the score
no i am so sorry i had to cancel my body is laboring at the toll
did you ring the bell no you did not ring the bell the bell the insipid bell
my body thinks the call is coming from inside the house how strange
i must apologize my body is harmonizing the thundering ghoulish bells
oh the place is not open to visitors today closed for business! i am sorry the house
is a mess no you cannot come in
my body is busy bludgeoning itself to death