Poem #66
Sorry for being so quiet, been out and about and not in the mood for writing anything of merit!
wish-on-stars (a blog you should all be following!) gave me two lines to start a poem, and I had the job of finishing it off. I’ll probably end up editing this heavily sometime in the future to make it work better, but I’ve been silent for too long! Thank you for the little project :P x
Here’s to all the poets,
The kids who couldn’t make it
When the sunrise flicks its scalp
Like a bitch and sandbar skein
Retake their plateau shells,
Stellar-made cowering
Magmatic, sheltering their eyes
Grotesquely from dawn’s chin,
Its flax maw in gag-reflex
All too ravenous for the
Wayward slips that hide
Their bloating and eczema
From sandmen and dirge; nothing
But their cast aside clothes
Dirigible in oceans
Of pitch made to swallow their
Stomachs; those kids obsessive
Of the morning’s temples,
To patch them or to tear them down
To the apocalypse of
Their gorgeous fabric.
