Ampersand-Wounded Sky

Ampersand-Wounded Sky

A Poem by Hollow Man

When we were young, respectfully,

we were like extension cords-

your arms tied me, in wrestling

matches, to muted carpet; you taught

me uncle. Years later, the breath

 

struggled between my wind pipes

with your  fingers like Rigor-mortis

around my feral throat, and my feet

dangled above that carpet like a rescue-

diver’s fins in the shadow-less unknown.

 

Now I’m old. I wrap my noosing words

around yours like black wrapping paper

and admire the pink crevices on my knuckles

that, I think, look like yours did years ago.

Shoe mold to base board, dry-wall mud

 

to elbows and Semi-gloss Apple Cider on my

cheek bones- I see you more, now, that I don’t

see you at all. When you die I’ll let the Appalachians

swallow your dry and dusty remains beneath arches

of Lambkill and the hands of an ampersand-wounded

 

sky, like you’d have done for me-

her umbilical cord coiled tight around my nape

like tie-wire twisted around Blood Orange-colored

rebar- in some hospital bed.

© 2012 Hollow Man


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"Now I’m old. I wrap my noosing words
around yours like black wrapping paper
and admire the pink crevices on my knuckles
that, I think, look like yours did years ago.
Shoe mold to base board, dry-wall mud"
The poem is amazing. I read the poem a few times. Life allow us to feel strong then so weak. Many vision create by strong statements in this poem. I like poetry that make me think. This poem did. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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amazing and unique expressions of the love, time and what is eternal memory...it feels like sad to me...
~nia~

Posted 12 Years Ago


You always did and still do wrap emotions around metaphorical beauty! Great to read a poem from you love, brilliant work xoxo

Posted 12 Years Ago


"Now I’m old. I wrap my noosing words
around yours like black wrapping paper
and admire the pink crevices on my knuckles
that, I think, look like yours did years ago.
Shoe mold to base board, dry-wall mud"
The poem is amazing. I read the poem a few times. Life allow us to feel strong then so weak. Many vision create by strong statements in this poem. I like poetry that make me think. This poem did. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This have the potential of making people feel really small and insignificant, like if existence in its whole was a rosary, their own cycle would be just a single bead - but at the same time there is something elating to the beauty of that string of beads that could potentially make one feel that it is exactly the right place to be, like a part of a greater puzzle.
Very well written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


wow this is so amazing I dont even know what to say to leave a proper review Im speechless this was just wow


Posted 12 Years Ago


oh, oh

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Hollow Man
Hollow Man

Stafford, VA



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I was born an old soul. Such is life. I live in a wasteland town in Northern Virginia. Poetry is solace. I run an online literary journal titled Toska with my best friend, which is now accepting submi.. more..

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