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Bone
In the rain-glut of storm clouds
stalled overhead hides the
deep-set gangrenous moon.
Another late night,
my thoughts rustle like crinoline
as I contemplate
teeth marks within the walls
penetrating as if
nothing protects my soul,
seeping emptiness to the bone
from the satchels of my organs
weighed down by castrated limbs.
Plasticine railroad ties wither
in the heat of this fever
the way a mirage plays tricks,
until a wave of cool glass
passes through my skull
with the falling hush of rain,
and I begin to weep from the loss,
blind and murmuring.
I cannot account for the stars!
photo: sand sculpture
stalled overhead hides the
deep-set gangrenous moon.
Another late night,
my thoughts rustle like crinoline
as I contemplate
teeth marks within the walls
penetrating as if
nothing protects my soul,
seeping emptiness to the bone
from the satchels of my organs
weighed down by castrated limbs.
Plasticine railroad ties wither
in the heat of this fever
the way a mirage plays tricks,
until a wave of cool glass
passes through my skull
with the falling hush of rain,
and I begin to weep from the loss,
blind and murmuring.
I cannot account for the stars!
photo: sand sculpture
Published 13th Dec 2016
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Plasticine railroad ties wither
in the heat of this fever,
the way a mirage plays tricks
Having read through this six or seven times - this stanza keeps drawing me back to it... Deeply enjoying every word. Love this write though it nicks at the soul...
geoff
P.S. - the photo reminds me of the bodies unearthed at Pompeii.
mister cat61
in the heat of this fever,
the way a mirage plays tricks
Having read through this six or seven times - this stanza keeps drawing me back to it... Deeply enjoying every word. Love this write though it nicks at the soul...
geoff
P.S. - the photo reminds me of the bodies unearthed at Pompeii.
mister cat61
Thank you so much, dear Geoffrey... and I know, it must've been a jolt to receive so soon after the poem you RL'd moments before. And yes, that's exactly how I feel about the photo, too.
~jadey
~jadey
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15th Dec 2016 00:46am
This is one for multiple reads so I can get down to the bone. Parts of it really resonate on a personal level:
teeth marks within the walls
penetrating as if
nothing protects my soul,
I can't help but think of issues I've been having with my psychotic neighbors. Maybe I'll put them in a write. Meanwhile, another fine one from you!
teeth marks within the walls
penetrating as if
nothing protects my soul,
I can't help but think of issues I've been having with my psychotic neighbors. Maybe I'll put them in a write. Meanwhile, another fine one from you!
15th Dec 2016 2:54am
Oh my, thank you so much, my crowfly friend.
I know a few of my works come across as cryptic, like reading Sanskrit perhaps? When the muse sparks & short circuits, my ink glows in the dark. I used to express a lot in this way back in the day.
I know a few of my works come across as cryptic, like reading Sanskrit perhaps? When the muse sparks & short circuits, my ink glows in the dark. I used to express a lot in this way back in the day.
18th Dec 2016 6:04am
