Short Ratting Poems

Army of Ebony and rustic insects
Nourishing and devouring working constantly building ratting
Traveling marching to and throw
Slowly moving clustering and always working


3/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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What’s the point of ratting out
There’s nothing here to gain
They’ll make us a deal
Let’s hear their spiel
Sit pat it’s just a game

Don’t tell me you did it
I don’t want to hear
I still have principles
Though they’re not held dear

We’ll cop to a bargain
You’ll be out by next week
Just keep your mouth shut
I’m the one who should speak...

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But with a fury,
Sudden and harsh
Her loneliness seeps back in;
Reabsorbed through her cheek
that rested so tentatively upon him
Back through his chest where he had let her leave it
It turns her cheeks pale
as it settles somewhere in her lungs,
ratting around with each breath
A hollow noise
A harsh exhale, and it's out
Leaving her dizzy
The cloud of it hangs above her head
Where to put it now?...

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She frenziedly smeared the rogue make-up about her ivory malaise face...
Contorted seemed vanities glass, while breaking oranges gloss laced lipstick
As painting her Cheshire cats up turned smile; currents of excitement and she
Ratting silver streaks in highlights hair her favourite of champagne pink, stiletto's
Tapping a memoirs mania beat upon, revampings boudoir's floor; peinoir with frills..
Palpable fanfare, held the essence her creed ? Porcelain, ballerina's dementia dreams....

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