With nothing but a jawbone, I
unhinge the night, let silence die—
book of broken psalms, toothless songs
of what was right, of what went wrong
beneath the hush of watchful sky.
No prize, no game, no lullaby—
just marrow's oath and blood gone dry.
I didn’t mean to last this long
with nothing but a jawbone.
Still, blood remembers how to lie,
to shape a myth, to justify,
to kill wordsmiths who don’t belong—
the kind who bite and call it strong.
What legend lives, and who will try
with nothing but a jawbone?
He should never have stepped in the ring
Because he had no talent to bring
Even though he battled
His brain just got rattled
And now he can't remember a thing
Barn house full of goods,
Fool rich man brags for himself,
Dead one day relief.
Oh, what a tangled web!
A man finds himself
caught in a love triangle.
Poor fella
I wouldn't wanna be him!
The two women with whom
he's madly in love
are giving him
an ultimatum migraine
Which one to choose?
What's his heart to do?
Decisions, decisions...
Date written: 06/12/2020
Smashed
And on the rocks
Shaken and stirred
To a paranoid
Amygdaloid
Control deferred
***
Drive half naked trough the night
Inhibitions out of hand
Snap the shifter throttle down
See the morning come arround
To much poison in my veins dries my tears
Heaven sake breath my name
Feel so reckless and paranoid
Fall forever
Into blue
I`m drunk on punch I feel impaired
Little frightened somewhat scared
Slip arround the moonlit night
Sent of passion sexual mite
2 become one feel my lust
As it rise it turns to dust
Wonder why I feel charmed
As i quickly fall for you
Fall forever into blue
Fall forever
Into blue
Fall for me
Fall forever
Into blue
Woke punch drunk
And your not there
Woman gone and I dont care
Light a marlbro
Inhale death
Yearn to take my final breath
Then head out to the road
Bodys broken brain repent
Fall forever
Into blue
Fall for me fall for you
Fall forever
Into blue
I remember how it was,
the first time
I got into the ring,
with a more experienced boxer,
I hadn't a clue,
of what to do.
Pummeled from one side
to the other,I took
the loss, licked my
wounds and understood
where I went wrong.
With a few simple moves,
slip a punch here,
counter there,
I was beaten occasionally
but never badly and
I understood clearly
the reasons when I lost.
In the ring of life
and emotions,
I am continually sucker punched,
the original
rope a dope,
half the time
on my back,
I never see it coming.
I keep climbing back in
without a clue
of what to do.
Life’s punches - roll with ‘em or get bowled over - your choice
Either way, you still have to pick yourself up
Inspired by Brian Strand's Contest
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