Featherbed
Drunken and wide-eyed,
In the cold cement alley,
Tremulous crowns
Upon tremulous heads,
Whispering,
We seek the treasure.
It must have been love,
That threw kings down the walls,
Pleasure stains on their palms,
Whimpering,
We seek the treasure.
Freckled cheeks crumple from the flesh
Disinclined to open,
Clouds of cotton,
And a dash of formaldehyde
Decomposing in coat pockets,
We seek the treasure.
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This is a stark and haunting write with great flow and imagery!
ReplyDeletethe it must have been love stanza is my fav...the refrain is very nice as well...the treasure and in some ways we all seek it and what are we willing to do to get it
ReplyDeleteI've seen that ring of salt produce an epic fail...but that's a poem for another time ;) wonderful weave that drips with story telling and a tale still unfolding. I believe there may be a true epic adventure hiding between these lines! Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteClouds of cotton,
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Decomposing in coat pockets....true..we're always searching for the treasure...and sometimes in the strangest ways and strange places..and def. it must have been love...one of the strongest forces for sure..
Love these lines...Clouds of cotton,
ReplyDeleteAnd a dash of formaldehyde
Decomposing in coat pockets,
We seek the treasure.
Lovely!
very interesting images here.
ReplyDeleteverification makes it really hard to comment. you'd get more comments if you turned it off
Turned it off =) Hadn't realized how to before XD But now I did it! Yay =3
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