no sound
in a cascade of nerves
submerged
amid a myriad of silences
a serpentine fold
slices through the viscera
and a breath
of phosphor
burns
in the chest’s hollow
a crawling rhythm
of an aborted name
shapeless
a lunar longing
locks into the bones
among the remnants
of a collapsed nebula
I do not heal
I do not return
I am
flesh that refuses form
Categories:
phos, adventure, anger, bereavement, birth,
Form: Free verse
Wine is the mother of all
Bread is the son who made all
Wine leaks through the gigantic wall
Bread makes that very loud call
This is my body and blood
The bread is the kind waker
Yet is the one who is slayed
It was before the baker
Despite the bread being baked
This is my body and blood
Wine quenches the hot fire
Bread spreads the burning fire
Wine came from what is higher
Bread reveals what is higher
The is my body and blood
The blood moves within us all
We are all part of the body
The bread was showed to Saul
The wine was drank by many
This is my body and blood
Categories:
phos, christian, mother, religion, religious,
Form: Rhyme
1.40am
I am lying on my
left on the bed Tough springs
soft pillow and comfort
-ing fox My left eye closed
pressed against the pillow
Staring at the bright screen
I see black and white phos
-phenes like a telly that
had lost its connection
Half my body is numb
other half, half-awake (?)
I had winced upon ill
-Lumination; pupils
constricting at bright light
The words look like they are
magnified I hear an
echo I must be tired
All I can think is why
I feel like I am high
1.46am; 6 mins
S.M. Alexis
Categories:
phos,
Form: Sonnet