Scattered In a Tree
No one looks both ways here
desolate grounds call for desolate hounds
Creatures of the night landscape
Wait, up in the trees
a hint of jealousy
is swinging from a limb
tempting but i’ll pass good sir
Thank you for the invitation
thank you for the noose
Thank you for the laceration
thank you for the truth
In from a morning jog is a bit of grief
a bitter leaf he is
a hiccup in the birth place of loss
everything is not about you
it’s about the dead
it’s about a souls extravaganza
a rush of blood to the neck
the head takes care of itself
Back from a vacation is relief
sweet relief
too smell like the Earth
and soothe like the sun
I remember you relief
in the end
you’re a proper shoulder
the only one
who is there for me
The only one that cares
until I inhale temptation once again
falling right back down the stairs
Copyright © Martin Graham | Year Posted 2010
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