The Furious Gazelle
Literary as hell.
Category: Poetry (page 3 of 15)
Amalgamation
Brain rocked dry spell,
this green fist
recovering, finger
joints swelled
plush flesh and hair
overly
mortared
with supposed despair
negative words
followed by shakes, caught
sitting through night
until red daybreak
catches itself up
and yellows to work.
Rain hangs
misting silent live oaks,
leaves dropping on trucks
Outside The Metro
Developing Early
EMILY AS WE SCARE THE BIRDS
We are the un-
knowability of the wind.
Our song terrorizes
the possibility of simple
love in simple trees
with simple nests.
This is why
our children can’t fly.
They’re lovely,
Pursuing Chaos
ink from my pen
flows through my veins
just beneath the skin
snaking its way
towards the source
of its maddening chaos
it stains the bones
of my rib cage
seeping into the marrow
it searches
ever yearning
People always say that size matters.
But these days, it’s hard to know what’s true.
So I studied the subject for myself—to see
if the reports I’d heard were just fake news.
Science says Frenchmen have the largest members.
Monsieur Bedel indeed insisted
his was best and that I kiss it! kiss it!
A frog with frantic aim, he lashed about:
As if to whip a fly from my cervix,
he jerked his darting la queue faster than a blink.
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