Cut for Timing

….

Crush me
open and opaque,
blazing
bleak
and bleeding
breath.

Torch my
sacred vision,
slab my skin
with your nebulous
hover touch
of death.

 

Wordled.
 

 

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Grace, Escaped

….

Let’s loose it
to the lost, lose
our inhibitions
and the cost of
deeming ourselves un
-worthy of making change.

Let’s paint it
on the sky, spread
forgiveness wings
and fly, sing free of
second chances and how
far east might be from
best.

Let’s shine it
in the dark, hold
out open hands and spark
the world into knowing
as it spills and spatters –
we’re all broken, and we matter.

….

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Crude Rasp

….

-berry blue eye;
shadow blaring, sharp-spiked
bangs its own drum.

I am a chain
smoker of hope held back,
stabbing in the dark at things
I lack, pinpricks of starlight
under a stark sharp sky.

Play nice,
the vipers hiss, warm
and cloying in their frag
…..(rant)
.
-ment kiss. They snag
and snatch the smallest
shiny pieces of my voice,
……and hang them loose
….like fireflies in all this
………………black.

 

….

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Last One to the Edge is a Rotten Egg

….
We gather here
in some lost elbow
crook of the universe,
binding our hands
with scars and
circling these stars.

We drone on
and on and on
with our split
second chants
third vow
tortured now,
baked breath bleached
beneath a broken sun.

Hold my space. Make
my mouth sing,
more finch than fist,
a hallowed cave of praise
cracked open, loosed
to a world of wind
and wave.

….

Wordled.

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Apples to Apples

….

Take a bite
of
sugar
success
this kiss
that tree
blind bliss
and see
all you might be.

Last hiss.
Don’t miss one
darkened eve, both
knowledge and good up
-heaved, believed.

 

Written for dVerse.



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Per Pull, or Push


……

Scent of lavender and lie
lack truth,
so I
dream of
crimson
blue
and you
with
your viole(n)t
heart.

 

 .
Written for Toads.

 


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The Whistle Whisper Whoosh of Time

….

Tic-toc.
Ho-hum.
We clash clap boom
to the bang of our own drum.
Buzz of blood. Resounding thud.
………Thump.
……Bump.
Boo-hoo.
….And how.

Take a bow.
……Wow.
That’s the last of me.
………………………….-Ow.

 ….

Written for Trifecta.

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