Poetry from The Well

Serpentine

Shame waits coiled,

Still, poised to lash

Brute limbs

When you dare

To tilt your eyes

Away from the

Dark star

Around which it

Rings

 

Hoarding starlight

Brilliant and dying

To set your kingdom

Ablaze

 

There you wait,

Choking on your snake

Of a weed that you

Water with words

Soaked in sour spit

That you swallow

And swish

Despising the taste

Of recycled thoughts

That beat and beat

Their way back

To the spotlight

 

Next time your breath

Begins heaving, lurching,

Flex your heavy tongue

And spew those

Words majestic,

Ride your breath

All the way

Back home again

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