It begins with betrayal
In not being able to express
The crushed grape in your chest
The taste of morgue in your mouth
And how the lions in your eyes are all dying
Your voice has become mummified
In a sarcophagus of incest
But the Egyptians used honey
To preserve their vital organs
So your mind begins to flower
And you come up with new ways of speaking
Mohawks on skateboards
Tattoos underwater, a guillotine of scarring
Maybe you become bad weather
Thunder belly and hail storm
Acid rain tarantulas making the world barren
Maybe you become music
Because it’s the only thing you’ve ever loved
That’s never hurt you
Maybe you become
Empty coffee cups on the sidewalk
Paper pizza pie plates in the garbage
Maybe you’re the stoic forest
Clear-cut, never replanted
With red wine and vomit
Published online February 26 2014.
RC Weslowski is a clown mouth full of x-ray visions attempting to get at the heart of things. RC is a spoken word performer based out of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada who enjoys bouncing off the walls of your mind. He has written one-person shows for theatre (“The Wet Dream Catcher” and “The Cruelest Phone Book in the World”) and performed them at Canadian fringe theatre festivals. In 2011, RC won the Canadian Individual Poetry Slam Championships and has been a seven-time member of the Vancouver Poetry Slam Team. RC has produced four spoken word CDs including Plattapussy, For Promo Use Only, The Sound of One Hand Napping and Maccaca Fuscata Autodidact.
This piece was published in ‘Forces to Bear: The Reculturalization of Canadian Poetry,’ the Winter 2014 issue of CV2.
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