Blustered BacklashA Poem by Nobody.Blustered Backlash Fluid mane
of bent light
streaks truth across a blackened liar-scape like a
master paintbrush whistles
through white winds mid-fire-dance.
Foreign
names and numbers wink from my
caller ID. Phantom
punch rocks my crimson
crinkle-face. Blackbirds
soar over the corpse of my home, a candle
burns out on a cold church altar, the new
moon mourns herself. I am worm-riddled
driftwood bouncing on invisible
wave caps toward a
death who wears rebirth around its
leathery neck like confused
Rosary beads.
Abacus days
slide by like guillotine
blades fall. I hold
my swollen head in my hands. All
omens & curls tangle as shadow
& shine. I
understand nothing. © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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