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Fingers numb at the tip of this island
Toes as crushed ice upon the only sandy
beach
The sun falls quickly from the embrace of the
days blue blanket
Landing heavy upon once rain filled clouds
burning their edges and sunburning their
depths
Charing the landscape jagged pastel hues
Quiet rising tide inches towards settled
ground
Shushing all sand fleas and latent seaweed a
comforting hiss
Salty fingers will wrap each piece of
driftwood, hiding crab, bits of plastic
A wet clutch meant to weep the sand clean
When sun lets go of expectation to heat and
heal heavy clouds of support release all
colors into the sea
Dyed soft green waves rocks driftwood
Dyed dark translucent turquoise canopy
Quickly sweet slumber captured
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When the bed creaks and the mattress rises
It is time
Not a hint of animosity of being ripped away
From nights cocoon
In darkness thumping rythmic tail
Clothes doned in hast
Leash, poop bag, flashlight
Dog
Before dawn's birthing frog and bird sing in
unison.
Refreshed and appreciative of small dog
bladder
The neighborhood is ours
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Imagine an ice pick
to the core of the meat
twist and yank and pull
through smashed socket
cracking temples in a vice grip
hammer through bone and gristle
take that sharpened fork,
heated sear my tender neck
claw it off my tightened shoulders,
dull saw my jaw ragged
grind out each tooth
every nerve alive
flesh shivers
mouth waters with contained spew
taste of rot and bananas
every little sound
chews off my ears
is this what death feels like.
no. no.
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My neurologist (brain doctor) encouraged me
to submit this poem for all who have felt the
wrath of migraine pain. I am also posting for
those who have never experienced a
migraine, lucky...
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Take Note:
Every true emotion has a true flavor,
as it has a designated place in the body and
mouth
Disappointment is so thick with dish soap, a
hardening dirty ball in the upper gut which
was once soft expectation, rolling on the
whole back of the tongue. Not a chance to
bring disappointment forward to release the
want that will never be. Disappointment fades
only in loo of Distraction.
Fear is a mouth full of a 9volt battery. Sweet-
sour metallic unknown. So sudden this trigger
of flight occurs that it can grip the mind while
heart tries to fly, to hide, even to...stop. Fear
can root itself, piercing the sides of the
tongue, paralyzing screams, often enjoying
the quiver.
Anger is made of the most fowl bile within the
body. Not so much of a flavor, more of an
energy, that when spewed forth the first word
infects the entire system. Beware the wrath of
Anger for it is blind to consequence. Anger is
sour and acidic, blistering the throat and
tongue, causing only more convoluted
confusion to infect the minds of others.
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