![]() Poison and WineA Poem by PL FremmiePoison and Wine
These dried up streams around my eyes A map A drought-splintered journey Like a tattooed web, trickling down my neck My limbs Guiding beautiful, unassuming Tourists through Enchanted places
The Mask is callous Weathered Affixed Permanent Clenched fists of sunburned parchment-pressed skin Turns to Snow-white numbness in A split second, Just a thought but a penny for your Time
Follow me through gates of fantasy My Steps. My Sea. My Sheets. My colorful Musings of heart-felt smears On an Impressionists canvas You can stand on my toes as I wrap you Who knows What I’ve been Through To deserve such affection
This trek A walk that turns from beauty to bone From ecstasy to pain I hear the clang of change in my pockets That reminds me of ticking time bombs like me. Slowly. Ticking. Slowly. Draining you like an IV drip. drip. drip. Drops of energy from a fresh, clean, healthy soul.
I am rust Battery acid pulses through my veins and corrodes my reach for
Salvation Insides dissolve into one fluid mass I promise you an Accord. Of Truth. Love, Sweat equity and virtues This nuclear, arrogant, self loathing Understudy. Pulses Tricks the Sleight of Hand, the Brick Wall, the Naysayer, the Wise, the
Strong. It holds hostage the Wild, the Cunning, the Beast, the Jester. Not one with a Crown or dowry can protect, save, rest. There is no night No day There is no dream No twitch, No solace. Just never- ending tumultuous wind. © 2013 PL FremmieAuthor's Note
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