Te Indi Poet Free verse

Soft Shell Casing

Carcass evens out sand
Skin lands in your hands
Push past tainted smiles for better lands
Call me
When we reach the peak of boiling
and I've sweat out all my provisions
I'll answer
No need to memorize nonsense 
in your numbers stead
I will always know your name
And it plays like the knocking of two outside a manger
There is nothing holy here 
but lessons taught in down times
And so I practice dance for ballrooms I will never tread
You have never and will never see me
Call me
and I'll tell you how it's supposed to go
and you can teach her, them
It's too pretty outside to lose my mind
but you have it
Blow heat on kerosene and burn down your own monument
I'm tired

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Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper October 6, 2016 at 9:50 PM I like the title...love the poem. Very beautiful...every line strikes a chord. Hope you're still writing even if it's elsewhere. Very nice! MC

Jiril Clemons November 12, 2013 at 9:02 PM Deep poem Asante. True honesty felt, in beautiful expression. Enjoyable overall. Check out some of mine. Peace.

Carl Fraser November 10, 2013 at 9:57 PM Sometimes its just not worth the exertion, sounds like you have a handle on it . Youll be fine, blessings Carl

Julie Heckman November 3, 2013 at 7:54 PM very thoughtful, interesting write...carry on :-) Te Indi November 3, 2013 at 8:38 PM thanks, I will.