her tender, white belly
loses her breath
and hot cranberry jelly
it's the snuffing
of ash
in a puddle of
dew -
not the gush
of a vein
or hollywood
spew
the magic in death,
is knowing the story,
though the end can be grim,
the scenario gory
blah, blah, blah
I like shakespeare.
1 comment:
Hey, Justin-
Thanks for sharing this with me. You have some cleverly crafted words and phrases here --- quite impressive, indeed! I also have a blog that might (or might not) be of interest to you: the-soundtrack-of-a-heartbreak-beat.blogspot.com. Although it's not written in the same style of rhythm and melody as yours is written, it is about rhythm and melody - other people's rhythm and melody. I'll have to come back and revisit this soon. I didn't quite have enough time to make it through all the posts today. I like to ponder and digest poetry as much as possible.
Stacy
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