Nothing Normal
I miss normalcy
or whatever she is calling herself these days
screams from the bedroom
painted pestiferous in pantomime
ripping chests open,
round and ripe
taking bullets to the throat
mouthed dialogue
indulging in delight
bloodlet and bountiful
night she looked away
I miss those echoes,
eruptions of elegance
howling euphorically, (ef)faced
dripping in yesterday's sin
naked in the eye of the Tyrrhenian sea
wave upon wave washing over, we
us, in throes of once
call out
in tongues of more
than just a humble servant
a savant unleashed in a realm of impossibility
the hymns hold it all
sing, sing, sing
the hymns hold it all
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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