The wind was fierce
I was close
to be swept and pierced
Hurling through wind
as I gasped
nearing old sin
Tumble weed I was
but I rest
As tumble weed does
I’m Resting
Tag: poetry
For Two
There was a cruel cackle
and a raucous roar
as I slayed my winnowing, wailing child
for two, the broken and the lucid
There sounded a cruel cackle
and a raucous roar
as I burned a poor, pure man at the stake
for two, the broken and the lucid
There blew a cruel cackle
and a raucous roar
as I held myself haughty hostage
for two
I, the broken and I, the lucid
This poem appeared first on the online publication Invisible Illness.
Sleeping (a haiku)
i was floating, see
deep in sleep blue seas, see
the sea ate my raft.
Cocoon
It’s a heavy set enemy
lying face down on your chest
Arms wrapped around your body
like a vice
Teeth dug into your forehead
Tongue flaying about in your brain
Every fifteen seconds
like clockwork
he vomits
like clockwork
tick tock
shame
tick tock
fear
It’s happening every fifteen seconds
in this makeshift coffin
