Stutter-step, shutterbug, slaughterhousesA Poem by HavefangswilltravelI see life through crystalline slaughterhouses My flightless life is confined to snapshots of buzzing pinwheels This lonely dance floor extends its arms to me, The dance of the dead sways and stirs to the blues music echoes from 6 feet above """""""" The poet is resigned to the desperate plight of a forlorn lover In this asphalt city, he’s been robbed and vandalized time and time again His wallet is missing, his shoes are too, and yet his ability to write Still does not extend to the ability to remove the blindfold he’s been traveling with """""""" We heard the party was here Have we been mistaken or are you hiding a knife behind your back? Stand still as if we what we could be is what we are And imagine the corpses being lifted to heaven in light of our grievances """""""" I’m lost in the scent of your hair The image if you body next to mine is fond but distant memory We’ve long since accepted the fact that these star-crossed desires were futile How could I ever hide these fangs? © 2013 Havefangswilltravel |
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Added on February 14, 2013 Last Updated on February 14, 2013 AuthorHavefangswilltravelWinchester, VAAboutI write stuff. My influences are Dylan Thomas, Sylvia Plath, Edgar Allen Poe, John Steinbeck, and Charles Williams. Other favorite authors include, but not limited to: C.S. Lewis J. R. R. Tolk.. more..Writing
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