RawSilence~

I ate a bullet raw

it modified somewhere between my tongue and the back of my skull

shifting in liquid metal against my temporal lobes

there was no blood

or pieces of bone to clean up

every schrapnel of clarity was internally agonized;

after dinner

in a fog

a snake in silver scales

hatched an idea down my vertebrae

eating light and spreading color to the base of my spine

leaving shell fragments

and membrane

seeding my vestigial memory

with apple trees in a gutted garden

My belly in full bloom

a doe in my scope

my hands wrist deep in rubies

mist echoes

a flare of dark nostrils exhaling blood

a yellow car

a sunshine man

with a knife between his eyes

a razor gripped in his teeth;

no one ever told me not to accept rides from strangers

 

my saving grace

was my amazing case

I tasted just like him

of metal

and pernicious chromosomes;

because of this he didn't bury his damage into me

opened the yellow door

pushed me out of his burn

the tattoo in flex ash on his forearm, ordering

"Don't ever accept rides from strangers."

 

I never did

again

 

In a forest

you bleed

a stranger to yourself

playing with silver bullets

a doe looks on

unimpressed

you self consume

lean back

turn on the radio

hum along empty roads;

the song doesn't matter

only that the silence

is broken

 

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Reviews

[Jonathan Ballam]

OMG...the only word I can put to my initial reaction is spunky and pungent.

You write with a very high calibre of words and rhythm. Which means only one thing...you read a lot!

If I were to use my editor eyes i'd say you should end the poem on the sentence "Don't accept rides from strangers." Although the second half of the story is still valid, the second half feels to me that it's trying to solve the reader's bewilderment of the wild opening stanza.

If you were make that change, for example, and the reader who read the poem thought 'this is confusing.'
I would simply answer... "You're damn right, poetry is meant to make you instinctively feel alive. Understanding every word, is only an added bonus, to a few grumpy old professors".

Since your opening stanza was so fluid, I'll settle for 99%. Thank you for sharing ;)

[Dreamer]

wow! I have read a few of your poems and they are all simply stunning. The word choice, the tone, the images are all instrumental in bringing these amazing pieces to life. Bravo, absolute wonder...

[OT]

I have to run to your poems when I see them now or they're gone the next time I look haha - love it - psychedelic ha the concept of the bullet - the selene-descriptive-gems - bravo! love "the silence is broken" too!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

A stunning array of images cascading down through as you carefully tread the path, searching, pining, waiting & learning

[Robin]

psyche-indelible ~

[Kerry O'Connor]

Don't ever become disillusioned, Selene, just continue to lead the way.

[An owl on the moon]

There is quite a stream of consciousness flowing here, line by line spoken and sung. Your music, darkly vivid and emotionally stunning. Sing more...

[GBU POETRY ONLY]

Raw energy & images abound ... A journey filled with spine chilln' ramifications ..
Loved phrase: a snake in silver scales hatched an idea down my vertebrae
eating light and color to the base of my spine leaving shell fragments.
G.J., Selene!
LLR

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I must say that I am overwhelmed, intimidated, and most of all, envious of you tongue twisting, mind-bending work of ink. I say this with the most sincere admiration. Your words leave me speechless.

[alan peter kelly]

organic....liquid...it moves in manner befitting my continued regard for such slendour on the senses...it moves in unexpected ways...your mystery is no less mysterious in the unfolding story...subcutaneous...its seeps into every facet of an organism...the pictures are clear like some fantastic voyage on which you take me every time...

[dovetailer]

it would be so easy
or so your might think
to pick the time and place
to make our exit...
pick Door #1...
one hard decision
one easy solution
one more dead end...

every journey
has a beginning
and an ending
life is one that often
takes us where we don't want to go
with people we don't want to know
We'd never choose to go this slow

that is the "b***h" in this isn't it...
so much is not our choice
even when we do
choose a path
formulate a plan
the ultimate destination
intended outcome
is not our choice...
frustrating isn't it?

life's not perfect
too many people to accommodate
and endless queue
of drones that want a piece of you
and you realize you only have
so much to give
so you hide so you won't be picked
clean to the bone

then one day
a stranger comes...
darker...more mysterious
hungrier than the rest...
who wants more than his share
he wants everything
again...you have no choice
or do you?

Door #2 is a Sunday adventure...
get in your car
fill up the tank
put down the rag top and
head down the road...
feel the sun on your face...
the wind in your hair
make a left
then a right..
a left...
a right...
and so you go
'til you run out of gas
then sit on the hood...
drink your last beer...
savor your last sunset

I wish I could see what you see...