The challenge words are in italics...
TWIST
twisting memories of disease
force a shout from dusty lips...
the vultures' wings tip down
scenting another poet's death...
only a hairs width from insanity
taking this Kentucky amber
to force a carefree soul...
burning mind-timber glowing red and orange
decanting a boiling liquid sanity
to the voids below...
i chase these dark dreams across the sky
awaiting another taste of the death promised me
By D. C. Massey from
Musings of a Mad Celt
This is a Jigsaw Poem.
2 comments:
This reminds me of Dylan Thomas for some reason. Why do so many poets obliterate themselves? Nice work.
David...thank you for the kind comment. I'm certain the "obliteration" is for some genesis...others, only Death. Yet, what is Death but Life becoming something else.
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