Bent Metal Jacket
Be wild me
tighter than air in a balloon….are we?
O2 squeezed between the lines and the coded dots n dashes
We vibrate like the long metal fingers of every rake …on earth
Dirt- grated
….the sound of the pebble as the tines draw across it-
our love song…a mice minuet in A minor
Love me …love me not…
the child chants …the petals fall …each drafting gently away
…floating and dipping in water troughs and valleys
Loves me…loves me not…in a flipside world…
it is all the same
The flesh of your spine rises beneath my hand…drawn up taught….arched and aching
Just as my fine feathers are
I will settle them back at my sides in neat rows…camouflage
raging storm silenced …salty seas and buckling knees spent
your cranium passion…your thought’s desire…your mind manipulation and melt
drives hard steel wedges into your sides…they belt you in…to your electric chair of need
voltage rising
…your straight jacket fashioned to fit snug
fists around your esophagus
somewhere down the hall a metal edged fan …bent from vibration drags it’s fingernail down the black board of the frame
you wince…….I cry out…rock n chant
he loves me…loves me not
We are down to the stamen and stem of it now
No more petals for sale, borrow or rent
(written for and inspired by Silent One's contest but too late to enter it and not really the right style for that contest)
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2016
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