Poem -
WHY WE WINE WHEN WE DO
TATTOO on the underground muscle
Drizzling wine red on the sheets
of bed
realising giants cry inside my head
sorted tomorrow
swopped for today
and death has ordered another ray
sometimes we smile as mirrors pass on by
but I've built myself somewhere we can hide
took the key
unlocked me
so surprised you inside
no gaps between the snowflakes we stiched
but pieces of sky
caught out by a glitch
Slit the sheathed vein which
caused the sane
bellowed all night but nobody came
wolves and dogs collected
on a travelling porch
and me on the steel table for lunch
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Comments
Absolutely brilliant Terri....this just sums up the crazy inner self to me ..the one we all hide in order to get through yet another day, would give you ten bites but not allowed ❤️
thanx