I chew the cancer beading
In your branches,
The beastly sycophant,
The unbecoming cheat.
I channel release
In proximity to fire,
An unrepentant muse
Leaves, scattering regret
As a giant spills lightening
From the flare of a nostril.
–
I contemplate poverty
The grisly depths,
The unspeakable choices
The compromises imposed
By her compromised identities.
The weight of impotence
In this stillborn catastrophe.
–
I choke the keys
With ungainly fingers
Tiny panthers pawing
Blossoming, alien flesh
Ferocious in exile,
I lick the browning blood,
The fragile existentials
Of a thousand useless clowns.
I do not write but burn
A host of infinite poisons
And potentials that in sum
Amount to nothing at all
Beautiful and fierce.
Thank you Elisabeth!
Ah, but your words amount to fine poetry, Yves. đŸ˜‰
Thanks Tony!
Oh My–your writing is like Fire. “Unrepentant muse”–that sends me…and “compromises imposed” (shoot, I’ve lived those). And “stillborn catastrophe”–just aches…..
Wow thank you Dell for your kind words!
Most welcome–well-deserved.
It all feels rather fruitless. You burning, full of emotion – and it amounts to nothing. Its the middle stanza that does it for me.
Thanks X sometimes it does feel that way but it never really is
Excellent poetry. Love these lines:
I chew the cancer
I channel release / In proximity to fire
I lick the browning blood, / The fragile existentials / Of a thousand useless clowns.
Thank you so much Gia I am so pleased!
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