Clothbound Nicodemus Tabletop tracker A worldwide explosion of sapphires Ptomaine verses, Scree of DH Lawrence’s brain A vertical trench Magic whispers In the muse’s ear Eldritch cauldron seasoning Stewpot of rotten logs, And fungal growing rhyme thick as thieves After a long forest rain
There they sat, flat on silent feet, unwittingly pastoral, stupidly sheep. And as I approached, not a fleece was flustered, only grass stubble chewed— what bland entertainment that must make. I settled along on shameless strides, slow and even,as proscribed- ‘til a tingling-harsh collision thumped the back of my right side— harump!— and a step I skipped, smacked by a woolly thing that could have been a sock, or a soft, hollow mitten, had it not been for the head, the brain behind those glaring eyes.
I knew my fear, I held it out before me like a vest my mother had worn in battle, but would not put it on— ‘til he struck again, left cheek this time, and I simply wandered on, past the others, toward the fence, dazed, to helplessly watch him pass- the brute, heavy with wool and haggis, standing fixed on a narrow path, from which he would not budge, would not be bullied or begged away.
No, he will make his stocky way whichever way he please, will clobber any passing biped, who so easily sees him coming, hurtling toward her like a ridiculous stuffed toy. And she may laugh, but she cannot run, for fear of scattering panic over a quiet close-trimmed field.
Burning Out:
ReplyDeleteWe burned the instant coffee
stared at fanblades
while the future failed
like our Gristedes furniture.
Our world was a dive
we leaned over the edge and threw up
we were sad, we had dandruff
we went bald too young.
I wish we could have met up
you and I,
trashy, in flight
thin and broke
we could have been happy and dull.
We could have burned out right.
Clothbound Nicodemus
ReplyDeleteTabletop tracker
A worldwide explosion of sapphires
Ptomaine verses,
Scree of DH Lawrence’s brain
A vertical trench
Magic whispers
In the muse’s ear
Eldritch cauldron seasoning
Stewpot of rotten logs,
And fungal growing rhyme thick as thieves
After a long forest rain
CinnamonGhoul
j_gulbranson@hotmail.com
The Flock
ReplyDeleteThere they sat, flat on silent feet,
unwittingly pastoral, stupidly sheep.
And as I approached,
not a fleece was flustered,
only grass stubble chewed—
what bland entertainment
that must make.
I settled along on shameless strides,
slow and even,as proscribed-
‘til a tingling-harsh collision thumped the back of my right side—
harump!—
and a step I skipped,
smacked by a woolly thing
that could have been a sock,
or a soft, hollow mitten,
had it not been for the head,
the brain behind those glaring eyes.
I knew my fear,
I held it out before me
like a vest my mother had worn in battle,
but would not put it on—
‘til he struck again,
left cheek this time,
and I simply wandered on,
past the others, toward the fence,
dazed, to helplessly watch him pass-
the brute,
heavy with wool and haggis,
standing fixed on a narrow path, from which he would not budge,
would not be bullied or begged away.
No, he will make his stocky way whichever way he please,
will clobber any passing biped, who so easily sees him coming,
hurtling toward her
like a ridiculous stuffed toy.
And she may laugh, but she cannot run,
for fear
of scattering panic over a quiet
close-trimmed field.
Shattered -alissa lease
ReplyDeleteI cry aloud in the midst of my fears
Tears filling my eyes as the moon disppears
Bits of broken pieces are all that remain
Fragments of glass, shattered by pain
My heart wrenched out at others amusement
My soul burns with memories of constant torment
Left empty and bruised, our loyalty forsaken
Respect spit upon and drown in aspiration
Ignorant Fool! To percieve myself his noble prize
Tainted dreams when purged by fire, reveal decietful lies
Smeared in shameful ashes, with a stunned and vacant stare
Belittled a whore, my honor stripped naked and bare
Rumors dance about while whispers tempt and tease
Oh bittersweet revenge, as both mind and body concede
I curl up cold and desperate, heartache consuming me
Clutching the shards I thrust them deep and bleed my spirit free