I coughed up my
demon today
The rancor clung to
my jugular
Stripped the sinus,
latched the talons of immunity
Years of illness
wandering like vagabond soldiers
In un-kept wars,
dusty marching order combat-boots
Stars align and astronomy
aids floating like sewer maps
Where air flows
when there is nothing to retract
After all the
consequences are complete
Bullets fired and
memoires written
The limbs shimmy up
my gullet
Out my trachea
busting my bronchi
The trees fall without
a sound
The infection is
yellow-eyed, swollen and jaundice
Laughing a symphony
in apocalyptic chords
Hammering piano,
organ tones ring for an exit strategy
Claws pecking an
order up the ranks of epiglottis prison shanks
To sneak the
back-up out the entrance
Mouth awake and
from the font of ancient crops
My demon stammers
out besotted and rancid
The rank of
knowledge permeates the solarium
The Sunday morning gatherings
stare with dilated pupils
Guffaw gawks and
banking charts of what was ill-timed
What was for nowhere,
but is here
Inconvenient and
pertinent; my monster craves the esoteric
Shun the crowds
away, speak with a babble tongue
Curmudgeon of
language and reptile skin lugged
Monster wants the
sun to see, the hell that lives to breed
The internal hallelujah
of knowing what is, over what is palatable
No more plastic
prayer value meals
The lizard is
prowling, the monster is exercising
New Year and no
going back down in the pit
My demon is flying
night’s wing and my is he beautiful
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