Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Aug 31, 2010.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    So what is it?
    Are you afraid?
    You taste afraid.
    I’ve got a mantle in my pocket
    I’m not afraid to use it.
    It’s so heavy and it dreams of you.
    Of the broken bits you made
    a cacophony that briefs the lonely soldier.
    On Soldier’s Field I call you
    and all of you are in me when my muscles wind like sheets
    as sleep disappoints.
    Again and again and again you fail me.
    I am not let down.
    I am not surprised.
    But bits of childhood in me
    still did not expect it.
    You fall against me
    and I am a feather, drowning in tar.
    I taste you
    thick against my tongue.
    The choice laid
    and every brick the yellow of piss.
  2. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    Great stuff. Love the details.

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