Thursday, November 22, 2007

a shimmer

of pain

mirage, you are

in your hot, hot heat

like quake, quiver, ripple

rise up

an apple

and choke, chafe, writhe

as I

breathe deep

and hold on

5 comments:

Omnipotent Poobah said...

B,

Kudos for this poem. It really gets to the heart of how I sometimes feel when facing a new day. Sad, but very true.

{illyria} said...

bravo! i loved the staccato feel of this poem. kinda made my tongue orgasm reading it out loud.

boudica of suburbia said...

thanks, really thanks, in a very cheesey way it means a lot that people read my drivel.

I want to say "hugs" but I might have to gas myself later if I did so I'll settle with hmmm... "contact"

xxB

Omnipotent Poobah said...

But I LIKE cheese.

Candy Minx said...

Hi I haven't been here for ages, sorry but just a quick hello!

cheers,
Candy
http://gnosticminx.blogspot.com/