April 25, 2016

on today's menu, my soul is : ..........................................................#NaPoWriMo2016






bone free 
kite and pock 
pork or porcini pocket 
picking pie hatted 
over the mountains 
little creek valleys 
laden with sweet 
nightshade roots ...

from wing and wind 
hunger screams life 
in wheel turns until 
there is only death 
when it comes to unleashing 
what I want to consume me 
the countenances 
and marks I carve 
to remember things by ...

and when ready 
they will come for 
my time to be 
tombstone-d as madness 
but I am to be 
laughing under stone 
for I knew better 
than to pick a fight 
with myself 
when any day 
could be  
my birthday ...


EJR ©

1 comment:

  1. "from wing and wind
    hunger screams life" ... This is a poem all by itself.

    "what I want to consume me" ... I read it with a colon after "consume."

    "for I knew better
    than to pick a fight
    with myself" ... This makes me smile.

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