when oversized shoes trapped your black and sapropelic belly
as a colt you were fizzing at the midnight legs to run
where days were quiet in one long night
and the wild trees crumble things in the grasp of their roots.
you glued a clucking church from autumns everyone else had left behind,
and death arrived in a limousine, in a gravity you dreamed fully;
you slept so loudly, cutting stones with two drums,
until i knew how you would break the bit
and length your neck into a rapid cadence,
carelessly
dissolving
two
into
three
and
swifter.
the stickiest substance, prone to powders,
and getting stuck under the treads of your own shoes,
you thoughtfully waved away your coldness in the letters of addiction.
the sun smiled pitiably on you,
warm like urine,
promising to go down for a long time but it just
dried old drug experiences into strained wrinkles on your clothesline.
and death held wine in his hand, his lust all spent,
from lying with you in the milk of the underground
and he has bred again
the blacksmithed paralysis in your gums. everything leaves you,
only autumn stays with you now, the futile lust color of stiff carrots.
your knees seemed too tiny to hold you up.
but oh the things you can do with a life.
so thick a cloud of coulds,
but also the mask of night is
so great a cloud
pointing south,
downhill,
run-aways,
still are your ears full of sun and
banjos
and
other sour
sounds?
Author notes
To Treacle, my character, stuck within depression and obliged at last to dispose of herself.
more exactly, a poem to me, or the way i feel often.
A contest entry
- Oooh! What A Character! by Walking Oxymoron.
700 points, ended September 29, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I'm not sure I saw you on the finlaists list of the previous contest....
I like the style in which you write this... the prosey conversational tone which you have.
It's mildly frsutrating that the grammar usage is minimal, sometimes it means the sentences all run into each other.
But you do help that mildy by setting the words seperately, or having a line with just a couple words on it...
A clucking church....there's an image!
I have to say, although sometimes it looked like you just scrabbled around for words that sounded odd- in places it worked...
the sun....warm like urine
That's an awesome example.
And I loved your final phrase, sour sounds.
Like off-beat music.
Good write.
Must check out some more of your work.
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