Living in one
renting the other
Owning them both
then to discover
As owner I’m captive
the tenant is free
In debt to the banker
—remortgaging me
(The New Room: January, 2024)
~...A mutilated body comes down the hall victim of a crime. Someone pushing the gurnee down under the florescent lights erratically flickering beams. Exiting off the elevator wheeling downward still. Sheet covered body of a corpse yet still, not moving. White tiles white walls and floors.. Pinching squeaking wheels sounding off rounding down the linen covered body.. Two attendants preform a lift picking up the body placing it on the autopsy table.. Mortician weights and measures said body.. Body is said to be tagged a "Jane Doe".. The decease no one knows. From the crime scene to the mortuary no one knows her she's traveled and died alone. Even the technicians shed a tear they do "cry".~
just a pound of flesh
the dead woman named "Jane Doe"
the one no one knows?
5/1/19
For Pick A Title, Vol.4- Haibun Poetry Contest
Haibun poetry form only
Sponsored by;Edward Ibeh
Do not be diabolically deceived by this entity called ‘Love’, and the Blue Jewell we call Earth. For both of them work in unison to capture their prey, like a Venus Fly Trap. Some will die a thousand deaths, before a pound of flesh must be given to escape their succulent snare. As we are being dissected by vultures beneath a brilliant blue sky. Holding hands in the park before the unforeseen quenching quicksand, as it hungers in the distance. Fallaciously fornicating…to release more life, a pound of flesh must be served. There are many piercing pleasantries that excite the exotic eye, each to allure its victim, as we watch the clouds caress the mountainous view. To whom the bells toll, a pound of Flesh for your soul…
why does love exist?
for only to meet its death
under the blue sky
April.27.2019
Pick A Title, Vol 4
Haibun Poetry
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
4.) Pound of Flesh
Placed 1'st...Thank You
A man of unquestioned probity in his community, stumbles upon
A hidden duffel bag in the woods while camping with his family
He pulls it out of the dirt and zips it open. The duffel bag
Is stuffed with $100 bills. He turns in the money, in full
To the authorities the next day. His honest deed earns him
Considerable, much-deserved kudos in the press. Unfortunately
He also gets the attention of an unscrupulous stranger, anonymously
Demanding "every last penny of my money back, or I'll...
Continue to make life a living hell for you and your family..."
A ruthless demand
Stranger wants his pound of flesh
Tough predicament
Date written and posted: 04/18/2019
My Heart Palpitated,
When you hurt me
You can imagine,
How is sensible this organ?
That seems only a pound of flesh.
It realised the pain,
When you insulted my trust,
And broken my faith.
My heart showed me mercy,
And compelled to forgive you,
Although it was tearing bitterly,
And crying in pain.
I were totally helpless,
To utilise my energy,
To stand on my feet,
My strength was guttering with tears,
Into a pond of tears.
Your sensitivity was floating as a boat,
That was struggling for life in a whirlpool.
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