Ernest Robles Poet Free verse

Mute With Tourettes

Cancel my subscription to laughter
these tropical blue waves of beauty
have broken coral castles by my shore

i wish i could smile while you eat me
and my heart upon the surf of flotsam
and jetsam yea while i am awake

dug your treasure chest of wonderful gifts
from your cage of ribs and found the fetus
called me -- oh no how wonderful crying
dying babies are when aborted

lighten voices puke dead light
the skull a pan for frying thoughts

lying in bed
lying in thoughts
a mute with Tourette's
(tore it)

and now i am gone.

:: 12.10.2020 ::

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L Milton Hankins December 10, 2020 at 8:33 PM Ernest, this is a fascinating piece of writing, and I want you to know I enjoyed reading it very much. I must confess that I didn't understand all of the images and nuances, but I found it exhilarating. Please continue your quest! I would be delighted if you would take the time to write about your poem to me at Soup Mail.