this day is drifting needless
heads are talking, dripping
the blood and stomach thrown maggots of
chaos, blessed be my father.
fire, red storms swell
in mountains of a circling mass
winds punish the veins, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.
fatal, I am loose over script
drawing lines, a living circumference in
this fetal approach to create, blindly.
imprints, voices of the sand
necks turn in righteous ways
voices snap, here is the cross I believe in, here
the bones speak hard of night.
a glass is joined, only by the death throes of
my patience for non-poetry, sub-life or
a dark red mistress whore, who wears
the magnificent chains of a violence, ordained.
..
Author notes
Prompt: i want to drink that last shot of whiskey and smoke that last cigarette
sobriety sucks.
A contest entry
- Prompt: i want to drink that last shot of whiskey and smoke that last cigarette by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended October 4, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
Rob this is a stunning piece
powerful! and most certainly a
masterpiece!! no wonder people are
drawn to it! just simply beautiful!!
with love and blessings
Rend
-
THIS IS A VERY STRONG PICTURE PACKED WRITE CRAFTED WITH OBVIOUS PASSION FOR THE ART
TAKE A BOW
T
-
Thank You for Your Entry ~
whoa. wow. impressive;
there is alot for me to
absorb when reading this
and I find myself not wanting
to leave the page; I just
want to read it again &
again
excellent.
best of luck!
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
-
-
Thank you.
-
-
What's so cool is that I was actually thinking of psalm 10:4 today...
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
