Cast my BonesA Poem by Terrance BrownMy biceps bind my humeri, clavicles and scapulas conspire to steal my breath. Caffeine jitters juggle my ribs, my pit as hollow as snow. The wind blows, the kettle boils, the laundry dries. But oh my, my bones. My metatarsals trade taps for ticks with the clock in the
hall. Knuckles have been crack. My fingers twist my hair, scratch beard, roll cigarettes that I light on the gas stove. Smoke swirls in me blue as a dead boys lips, exhaled through my teeth. My eyes blink hard, must again and again soon again, and oh, oh my bones. © 2013 Terrance BrownAuthor's Note
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Added on October 19, 2011Last Updated on February 28, 2013 AuthorTerrance BrownLondonAboutI am a gonzo poet. I will say what I see. I will write what I like. I have no respect for culture, yours or mine. No respect for religion, or for any belief you might think you have. I do not acknowle.. more..Writing
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