By Thomas Hannah
the bitch goddess
of breath’s buzzards
picked me to pieces
for breathing
songs of empathy
an ode blown to love’s fragility
that tenderised & hardened me
she’ll never forgive me
for my sympathies
that dog mother of exhaling
fed me full of pain
so now my hates overweight
at least I’m skinny
who needs meat anyway – it’s murder
my bones hold nothing but marrow
the soul’s all that matters
& it in its essence can’t be digested
or weighed in its existence
it belongs to those moments perfected
when the world feels real for just a few seconds
call me the queen of the degenerates
I worship a fat Elvis
I carry a casket in this carcass
& want to be buried naked
*Title from Seven – 1995
Finding his love of poetry through songwriting and music, Thomas Hannah is an Australian artist with influences from Billie Holiday to Black flag & back again.
