Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Woodpecker Foot

cringing
beaten
slumped over
nightmares 
of revenge --
STRANGLE him
hug mother
for dear life!-- 
startling awake
nauseous
sweaty
woodpecker foot
relentlessly taps
not my fault
don't hit me...
dinner table food
spasming 
mangled by 
screams, curses
roars its way
back up
undigested
will I die first

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CayCay Godwin February 27, 2020 at 4:40 PM FUNNY and so easy to relate to. How about elbows on the table? I always enjoy where your mind goes, it is unique and entertaining to say the least. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Gershon Wolf February 27, 2020 at 4:52 PM Such a nice thing to read about oneself. Thank you for the compliment... As long as my mind still goes somewhere, Ii say---and doesn't just 'go' altogether! LOL. Thanks again, CayCay! :) gw

Charlie Smith February 26, 2020 at 10:33 PM Must have been the Brussel sprouts, good write Gershon... Gershon Wolf February 27, 2020 at 12:11 AM Yup. Brussels AND Asparagus. LOL. Thanks, gw

Connie Marcum Wong February 26, 2020 at 5:26 PM Wow Gershon, this sounds like a disturbing nightmare. Vivid visuals in this piece. Better take some time to be surrounded by nature. xxoo Gershon Wolf February 26, 2020 at 9:47 PM Actually, much of this was more real than nightmare... But it's a long, long time ago, thankfully. Smiles, Gershon