Cure

A Poem by Whimsy Gonser

Lines flow crazed
Slashing
Peace
Sweet anger sewn tight to rhythmic chaos
Swaying
Crashing
Dancing softly to the rapid drum
Beating
Pulsing
Caressing languid slicing words
Gasping
Thrashing
Floating currents Drifting hard in the indigo well
Grasping
Pulling
Releasing inner demons as my white feather spreads
Strokes
Shreds
Drips my poisoned cure