The searing sun has long been a revolving revelation of angst,
repelling songs of the skies, sung by the strings of the wings.
Pallid, poised only by muscle memory - a compositional backdrop,
past the point of revival, yet something inside me still ticks.
A trembling truth that never drifts,
these broken blues: a silent shadow with loud hues.
The bones of me, tunelessly picked out,
until I'm the aching hollow of unamplified sound.
Where do breathing colors of me sleep,
when deadly nights of the air eclipse upon the web once woven by whispers?
Death just a dropped chin and averted eye,
the slow slump of a sinner's stagnant dirge plays out.
Let those cobalt stones cease writings from vicious veins,
where wilting roses dip their thorns in starry puddles with no name.
Now begging for exsanguination of my pain,
the measure of a man captured, still, in expired offerings of disdain.
Exsanguinating leeches
Rich cream on ripened peaches,
Or Riviera beaches,
tickling the ears it reaches
Exsanguination is to bleed
A practice we no longer need
Now, Coumadin can quickly speed
The death of rats, poison indeed!
Like Sisyphus, his rocky hill
Now Eliquis, without the thrill
For those with fibrillations still
‘Tis clots, not rocks, the bitter pill
So now I think to bleed a leech
Might be a task just out of reach
I do implore, I do beseech
Pin down his arms, grab hold of each!
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h/t to Howard Osborne’s INFRA DIG
Suspicion,
Delusion,
Illusion?
Exclusion,
Exsanguination,
Solution?
Confusion,
Desperation,
Seclusion?
Decision,
Resolution,
Conclusion?
Dejection,
Rejection,
Injection?
Elation,
Infection,
Cessation.
© Dave Timperley 24/10/2019
My eyes scan the telegraph wires from station to station,
Drink the bleeding sundown in a thirst for information,
Search the grainy distance for some glimpse of destination,
And close against the fear of love in earnest trepidation.
I feel the worry smite my bones with sickly dislocation,
Twist the sinews viciously and howl in consternation,
Pull the protein particles from blood of my salvation,
And crush my heart defiantly in jaws of desolation.
I shovel dirt upon the past and curse it's ruination,
Once buried it still rises with renewed annihilation,
And thus parades it's cruelty at every new location,
And drains the life right out of me with power drill damnation.
Please comprehend that I am weak from such exsanguination
And patiently abide with me through self repatriation,
For I can tell you honestly with little contemplation,
You, my single saviour, my truest adoration.