These finger links
of mine, no longer grow
oh, how they grind!
skeleton knots, dis-locating
Morning is a stiff time. I am a scroll,
unrolling myself from
useless cramped squares
on trial for invisible crimes,
Tender body cage, must be fallacious!
What a disease!
What a nuisance I have grown to be,
a foggy fever.
My skin understands my body bag antics!
It attempts detachment from me,
wants no part of
walking, breathing lie!
Slight touch sends the annoyed body film
fit – a raging, burning, frenzy
reaching for a
Worried and choked,
my bright, red, rot skin
deciding that our womb blood
has been chasing us
birthday, trying to swim fast enough to
catch up with our skepticism.
Still vernal, but
not enough. We follow, we follow
into a great chronic abyss.
It’s really great how you twist & squirm & dive & duck from one strking image to another. I’m really glad I get your posts! Love Colin
Another great poetry, with excruciating painful experience! Can nearly feel the pain through your poetry.
So sad and pointless the race is lost before it has even begun………………
what a battle
This one is absolutely WONDERFUL! What a gem 🙂
You are so talented 🙂
I really liked this one!