I coughed up my
demon today
His crawly legs and
hands leaped out my mouth
And I gave him nowhere
to land
Back in my sight,
my ear or my faith
That all he has
taken was mine to reclaim
Abomination
mosquito, gone with the symbols
Of what I wasn’t,
what I am
Of what I could be,
but never understand
Curse extrication,
let the bad thoughts go
2013 is here, time
is afloat
Pensive and
positive in the bottle neck of confidence
Mules bucking malcontents
Wandering for faith
to have a face to believe
One will do it and
break respiration in keys
Raining like
answers droplets of tomorrows
Possibility’s
children born in the skin of a seed
Blossom in
timelines wrapping
Like lassos for
thought-crimes
To deny who a man
was stitched to be
From wearing the
fabric of natural memory
The synthetic can
spill, oils and plastics and never chemical blizzards
Portals of nature
spiral like apertures of innocent truth burgeoning
Water underground
purer and calm collecting silence like turquoise equipoise
Equilibrium
frolicking like Irish dance jigging hooligans prancing side by side
Friend to friend,
arm to arm, bagpipes and drums, kilts and naked songs
Drink a whiskey, a
gin, a song from she to him
I give you my
actions, I give the tone subtraction
To lay demons on
the doorstep, knock-back the precepts
Of who, what-was,
curses and the darkened pauses
I come without the
enemies, burnt them in a pyre
Coughed up and
belly laugh, giggle for the alcoholic fires
Demons have flown
the coop and cannot think of a better reason for a bruise
This chest-thump
scraped in the muck
Congregation of two
and knuckles up
Winter is bleeding
cold into spring and rise singing on street corners
Ready to go another
round
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