Eastern Tortured Body
I produce old silk flags to undulate the mist-
I”m just another Torturated Body from the East
I take the Medicine and try to resist
among Big Mammals, fighting with a spoon
I put one foot on the Moon for a catatonic walk
and the other foot on the street
to sustain the back
under a yellow skirt
wearing an orange shoe
that gives a great stability
by throwing out sweet glue.
www.simonadancila.com
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
