365 Days of Creativity
day fifty six
Heart burn
The flaming pain
brutal visions
my lungs tied deep
struggle struggle
this bondage is not exciting-
anymore
Head ache
nausea
rhythmic thrusts
I turn to leave,
but bleed too much.
Thrones of blades
a liars chair
kings abate
pay me no fare
higher on my pedestal
I teeter on the brink
the jester is a bounding fool
he forces me to sink
knees knees
bruised and used and well abused
the crews and crows barren of clothes
tie me gag me kill me fill me
smoke and ash
pyre and trash
he tastes of lemons-
sour darts
rotten cloves, and
hickory
tug of war
with my intestines
offer me to the divine
a last low cry
swallowed whole
reaching to that golden throne
echo echo
gulls will fly
“follow us”
I do abide
black and violet
cyan and pepper
feeling betterbetterbetter
Knotted nerves
unfold-
reveal
scores and scores of apple peels
blossom.bluebells.delicate things.
I wash the skin,
stuff things back in
a hill of water
hard as soft
offers to me, weapons wrought
in sand, in stone, in shades of blight
choices choices
arrows flight
one bonesawbow
“hello hello
pick me though.
I'll be true and I'll be fair,
and more than that,”
I'LL BRING THEIR BLOOD
with me, sinew, bones and sharp
I stabbed back through
the seasonings
feeling
old and young and gagged
thorny whistles, whispered dear
“the jesterjester draws so near”
poised and taught I taught him poise
no more tip me
never-noise
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