Chewing Hearts

the swirling zone aroused and moaned,
chattering teeth took the antelopes home.

short of startled, stuck in phases,
only informed after i lost
where we were all raised

for the one
who unbuttoned my dress
to braid my life's film into his light,
the wild chewed my heart,
helped me stand up right.

fumbling down the hallway,
animals hold my hell.
perching, shaking, little
lady hands instructing sparkle
skills to spark a little balance
in the stairwell.

lifting skirts, inserting life
to us with fingers webbed
and clueless that the next carousel
will stop.

every person sucking through another's straw,
where was I with my thirsty tongue?
every limb picking through another's strap bag,
where was I with my empty hands?

Reviews

[Isolophobe]

You are a goddamn master, a witch of words. I would fancy a swim through all the ideas in your head. I really don't know how you can conjure up images like the ones you do here. "Lifting skirts, inserting life." F**k me, pure amazement is all I can say I feel after reading the things you write.

[elephant]

i still enjoy reading your work.i'd love to read a short story by you.

[J.M]

Wow - that was like a sea of imagery. I especially love the last stanza. Very vivid.

[JC Pire]

Hmm I love the phrase "The Antelopes Home". Ponderific.

[Vigo Manslaughter]

it is good. very desciptive,
interesting wordplay.

[Hedra Helix]

Whoa dude that first sentence is f****n amazing!

[Molafvt]

Your surreal portrait has sparked in me, "a little balance in" MY "stairwell". Your work is not obvious, but contemplative at least, masterful at best. I can't read you just once, or I miss the connections of your metaphors.

"fumbling down the hallway,
animals hold my hell.
perching, shaking, little
lady hands instrucking sparkle
skills to spark a little balance
in the stairwell."

This seems to speaks to the submissive or naive soul who was possessed, but was to kind, or shy to take what she wanted herself. Awakened by the din of circumstance she learned her lessons and began to stand on her own two feel, her hands no longer empty and tongue no longer dry.

Amazing write and an even more incredible read. Bravo.....!
"every person sucking through another's straw,
where was I with my thirsy tongue?
every limb picking through another's strap bag,
where was I with my empty hands?