I have been in this device for a thousand years,
a sleeping beauty full of hotcakes and my leatherbelly
a ginger piece of crepe has thinned, my hands fell asleep
full of frostbite, decorticate, instrumental, lean.
Do not wake me up until tomorrow, like the devil
who waits to be sentenced and knows
it is hopeless I'd rather wait, collect my thoughts
here in this blessed peeling where the sound
of bird talk drowns in the blink of an eye.
11 comments:
oh wow this has some really good grit to it...love the incorporation of the devil who waits to be sentenced.......gave me shivers...nice...
I like everything about this. But if I had to pick a favorite line, it would probably be:
a sleeping beauty full of hotcakes and my leatherbelly.
Very great write!
Your poem is so engaging and has such a chilling bite, Meg. You have spun together feelings of being submerged, cold and drowning in wonderfully descriptive phrases. Thank you for sharing Coma here.
I had that notion of coma as well - was even visualizing that scene in the movie, "Coma". You know, where are the bodies are suspended on wires?
I really like your careful word choices - "decorticate" and the "blessed peeling" is a really nice touch!
Wow, this is cool!
Like the concept - and wonderful, the last two lines!
..like the devil who waits to be sentenced
That made me ponder! Nice
Lots of nice stuff going on here...suddenly I'm craving pancakes...
Beautiful writing!
Ahh Tutenkhamen on another level !
Wow people...thank you so much and thanks to Tess for hosting such a great prompt.
Outrageously fun!
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