Short Sternum Poems
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Breathing in acid rain,
seeing red,
wrath burns through translucent veins,
heartbeat rattles against a jilted sternum.
Awakening burning scars
in my sternum begin
invading secret strongholds
buried inside my conscience
Struggling and fighting
restless consuming times
to win resolutions
If I were to take a sledgehammer
Grip it tender but tight
So its iron skull may send
A scathing speech to your sternum
Would bricks take flight,
Or are you truly that dense?
His pelvis thrusts
awkward gyrations of a sickly man
Bruised sternum erupts will cream filled pustules
Enema pleasing dissidents fond of enigmatic words
Cursed with knowledge, forsaken with guilt, humbled with life
The square head and bossing frontals,
The flat occiput and prominent parietals,
Open fontanellae and sweating fore head,
Present on the chest rosary beaded.
The lower chest sulcussed and sternum depressed,
The legs are bowed and the tummy protruded.
Form:
How long will you stare
at my Blurry reflection.
Will we plunge into the enchantment
Of the distorted .
Frightening tenderness so nicely
Cuts the sternum.
As well sounds in the depths of blood - stained feelings ,
An affectionate command .
Oh, and it wouldn't disappear forever overnight ,
If we knew the boundless mutual worship.
wishbone
the furcula
attachment wing muscle
pulling tugging bending breaking
sternum
Happy Thanksgiving All
May Your Wishes Come True
Love Kathy & Jenny
There I go fussing
‘Cause you is coming
There I go smiling
It’s you I be loving
There I see heaven
In your perfect Beethoven
Humming, Here I come giving
Dead jealous of the living
In tune to your rhythm
Full chest heaving on a proud sternum
Here I find infinity
Comfort in your calming unity
When Jehovah bless the discernment, I’m hoping,
Its gon’be you I be loving
i like spelling "i" in the small case
doesn't it make me humble?
yet, do i feel this way
ever?
humble pie ...
death, destruction, deplorable images
smash your loved one in the face
reality gravitates around
a death mask
feel your sternum ...
apply C.P.R.
and maybe your pericardium
becomes electric
again
telling you what to do
so that thoughts of originality
slip into dreams
there’s no face appearing in the window
as I stare through the whiskyfalls
of the sun made of cucumbers
that ticks in my sternum like a deathwatch
so where’s my sagacity? –
– lost somewhere in the pink furry mirrors
hearkening ill, weirdly and sinister
baffled from holding itself a hostage
running wild in the power sockets
the same inside out in the eye sockets
crying out loud from the acient books
of lamentations
and corvus breakdowns
Soul Staring
By Brett Somers
3/18/16
Look
Focus
Under your sternum
Are you there?
Stare
Hold your attention
Now feel
It’s real
There’s no room to think
Your mind
Not elsewhere
Wait …
Watch your awareness grow
Like a flower
Slow
-ly
Open
-ing
Answers will come
Clear sight
Peaceful delight
Did you?
Did you stare at your soul?
Do you?
Do you feel whole?
Repeat – repeat – repeat –
For a continuous retreat