seething shores descending
sons stagger unhinged and flay
keep safe between bridges
diving to conquer a thing found
dislodged still.
dredges tension sticking
pressure columns palpitate
beating to a future
scars encrust.
the history of rust aching
silent daughters disembowel
a sieve filtering language and bones.
....some glad morning when this life is over, i'll fly away...
suckle unto a solace falling
unmangle and let stay
tincture tastes a stench remembered
among massacred dancing toes
stabbing kisses that damage and hang
spewing severed perception and flesh.
...i'll fly away, oh glory, i'll fly away...
--21 oct 2009
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Maxine, I find this poetry very interesting. Is this your poetry? I'll like a little more depth to them. More clues, I guess.
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