The enlarged thigh
I saw the boy in the berries
Turning twenty something
Dying with an expanded chin
He had multiple liaisons
With the suspicious sex
Had forgotten how to kiss
Those serpents on the lips
Only junk mail had
Increased on the bench
Pleading for a visit
From his engorged arms at the sale.
He was brave once
Even cut open his arm
As he dove for the
Entrance to a yard
Mischievous
He turned on the tricks
With his bony fingers
And his sly little grin.
Not scared. The plane
Would come crashing down
And the waves would
Win over his crown
The sharks would tear
Him limb from limb
There is plenty of him
For them to dig in
He thinks someone's got to go
For his sister's child
To come in
To this tapestry world.
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I can only echo what the commenter below has said.
J -
Excellent
I think this poem shows more depth into the sensitivities of yourself than most. Delightfully dark. Thank you.
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