Skelter, with wires. An Exit

The ending poem to Fuel and Pollen. This is part 8.

Skelter, with wires. An Exit. 

 

Crystallized breath haunts a whistling speculum. Floating on the sky-bed, salty,

and chalked of steroids. Lacerations splash onto the glass, incisions of chemical imbalance.

Pores of palpability; pouring out oil, fuel, and pollen. 

Low brow, husky undertones, swiftly, suddenly take flesh. Passionate you are for this, 

I am aware.

Stay silent, play, but keep encompassing your cerebral nature. Forever wept once as well, remember. Go to sleep, and the universe. Exit : 

 

Poetry by: Cole Hayley

 

Author's Note

I would like to thank everybody for reading all eight parts of this booklet. I really do appreciate all the comments and feedback. As for the poem, I really want to leave its true meaning up for interpretation. I want to say that this, from now on, will be the way I put poetry on the site. I will be on a short hiatius until I have written another booklet (around eight to twelve poems) and then I will upload daily or bi-daily onto the site. I will try to keep up with the RR's but I am in university so I will not be around as much while im on this hiatus.

So thanks everybody and see you in a couple weeks.

Reviews

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Amazing. All 8 parts, absolutely great work!

[That_Girl]

A magnificent ending, Cole. Bravo.

"Pores of palpability; pouring out oil, fuel, and pollen." That is brilliant.