I was poverty-stricken haven’t eaten the fruits of my childrenI waited each day for the blood to return a wheat husk offered me shelterI stole its dry butterfly for a coat scuttling exoskeleton Leigh throughthe city of cockroaches my red-lipped volcano burning everything in sightBeyond such a feast and sated with blood I wish to be the feed for raw anthracitebut could not find the way inside no belching traffic officer offers silent stiff information those straining against trousers buttressesThe streets flow with lava by lava saliva has the planets smirking and winkingit is they wish to kiss now inhale sweet powders of interstellar narcoticabreath, it is they who have possessed the faces of19th-century courtesansBy Gitane Demone
About Gitane Demone:
DeMone’s music career spans more than 30 years. She came to prominence in the mid-1980s as keyboardist and backing vocalist of the influential deathrock band Chr
In addition to her work with Christian Death, Demone has previously been a member of Pompeii 99, worked with Dreadful Shadows, and has had a solo career which has included three studio albums: Am I Wrong?, Stars of Trash and The Reflecting Shadow. This poem is from her chapbook, THE BLOOD
You can listen to Christiaan Pasqulae chatting to Gitane on the following link in his recent podcast with the amazing lady here: https://soundcloud.com/user-256797062
Gitane’s Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100013501260047
fantastic gitaane:
i love that you and rikk are so talented and give so much back to our community