3 A.M. Scrambled Emails and Eggs
is a combination of cravings and conditioned response
to choke on. Eyes half-focused often forget which
is which, consume too quickly. A digital crack oozes
vomit-inducing slime. I dip my toast in without thinking.
Your words fester on my tongue, get spit into frying pan.
Contents no longer considered edible, I scrape indigestible
embryos into the trash. The perfect receptacle for the erratic
rubbish of an infantile invertebrate such as yourself.
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Lifelines
reflect, black swirls inside crystal balls.
The fortune teller traces their rotting
ghosts across horizons we cannot see.
Death, birth, cataclysmic collisions
of shadows and light tug at her robes,
talismans of tomorrow. She drags
them into view, aligns them for orderly
review. Coins are exchanged, prisoners
released without thought of lingering
obscurities, the dreams that do not belong
behind her eyes, monstrous mutilators
holding her hostage through the night.
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Dare Devil - so delicate and dainty - and then ouch. My favorite part of the other one, "Her suitcase stuffed with whys Anyone became Someone who left." Both lovely pieces.
Oh thank you so very very much Linda - just found these comments and what a delightful surprise. I am deeply appreciative and delighted that you enjoyed :)
Dare Devil is excellent.
Thank you so very very much for stopping and for commenting. I'm delighted that you enjoyed Dare Devil - i so enjoyed writing her.
Pearl, I adore both of your pieces. "high above layers of simple air" breathes beautifully in the first, and your nod to E.E. Cummings in the second is literally breathtaking. Gorgeous.
Aw De - high praise indeed!!! Thank you so very much - for reading, for commenting so grandly - happy that you enjoyed and took the time to let me know.
Sorry all but my website for poetry is now http://darkercircle.wordpress.com/ . Had to move it as I also write for children. Apologise for any problems this causes.