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Ponderance
Tricky tacky Trembles a most dubious return,
I rest my nightmare(d) eyes
consumed as carcass dinner course menu number two.
the quake of my chest lethargic.
swarmed Bees escape my throat,
are my guts grotesque enough to rake across the buffet?
I lash out as Jaw muscles tense;
tentacles wrapping this inexcusable familiar.
silver spoons clank fine China,
"ALL ABOARD" trainmen call
but my mind's in the kitchen railing Dinah.
the closing of car doors
signifies another evenings end,
I jeopardize my existence
and revert form to defend.
I rest my nightmare(d) eyes
consumed as carcass dinner course menu number two.
the quake of my chest lethargic.
swarmed Bees escape my throat,
are my guts grotesque enough to rake across the buffet?
I lash out as Jaw muscles tense;
tentacles wrapping this inexcusable familiar.
silver spoons clank fine China,
"ALL ABOARD" trainmen call
but my mind's in the kitchen railing Dinah.
the closing of car doors
signifies another evenings end,
I jeopardize my existence
and revert form to defend.
Published 9th Apr 2021
Author's Note
setting the scene, setting the table for a return to poetry and all of the wonderful heartache it has caused me, yet the taste of tumbled words in my mouth and mind remains sweet. I am defensive in my immaturity and seek to make amends. ready your floggers ladies and gentlemen of the public square.
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9th Apr 2021 11:56pm
This is mouth-wateringly dark and I waded through it with my best shoes on. I will be back for seconds. Welcome back.
10th Apr 2021 7:26pm
Can I just say I am happy to see you back? You have a unique voice that DU needs more of. This piece is no exception.
