I come before you holy;
Ah! but the pebbles on my feet are so rough;
The mack daddy will flee, in pants of poly;
Forgot to check for cars first though;
Hope is never hopeless;
Alas, my leg of dry gangrene,
hath fallen off again;
Where's the Scotch tape?
In a dress? A dress, address;
Out west,
is where I went, alone in my escape
4/24/19
Categories:
dry gangrene, analogy, word play,
Form: Free verse
a decayed
unfulfilled dream
of mine
an antique coin
that has oxidized
on both sides
coated
brown and green
as if
dry gangrene
has set in
on a dead tissue
no longer flickering
light
when kissed by the sun
(Yalto)
Patina Poetry Contest/Winner(10th Place)
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
Date written and posted: 06/30/2018
Categories:
dry gangrene, dream, light, metaphor, simile,
Form: Verse