i stop and listen carefully
to the sound of something breathing
i can’t see
yet
Tag: poem
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Stained-rust and twisted, roof sway-backed in distrust. Our home speaks its silent truth.
Hard spat fencing in jagged mouthfuls of pitted words strangle all hope and mercy.
Our home – a desolate, intimate abattoir.
Welcome.
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Slide into molten heaven
With wet lingering lips
Chocolate flavored lover
Tongue coated cream
Velvet envelope
Fingers scalded by your touch
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So, now we are inside the cop shop and the officers don’t care about the photo evidence provided by our narrator. She’s frustrated, asking questions of herself and the cops. It clearly doesn’t end well.
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I’m working on a prose poem story that I shall excerpt here. I’m greatly influenced by author Toby Barlow (Sharp Teeth, Baba Yaga) one of the few authors today working in free verse.
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Dad carried the box
Under leaden skies.
Abigail wept as we
Burbled to the hole.
Black, forever dirt
Piled and waiting
For us to deliver
Her Forever.
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Shield to my step.
Champion of rock, road and grass.
Rubber soled lover.
I cheat on you with another.
You, my Right, my first lead me out as she follows.
You the kicker, the striker, the pivot as Left bides her time in lock step adoration waiting for you to falter to take the lead.
Outlaw Poetry 