You, Near

My skin drum beats the message

Deep from within my chest sending

Out the rhythmed vibrations

Hopefully, the sound will pound

Upon your own heart

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Poetry from 13 Dec 2013

Fling Back Your Sling-Backs

Fling back your sling-backs

To me!  Ain't nothing gonna bar
Your unbridled joy of runnin'

Through that cool grass.

 

Poetry Bites

The poetry of life, like a big dog, sinks

It's teeth into you and shakes you.

Bitten to the bone you are infected.

 

Bigotry

 

They drink the poison from their own skin,
Licking the toxic, hallucinogenic toad;

They never go beyond the surface,

While the marrow is our equalizer.
In their own mouths the epithelial cells,

Tell true tales.

They are not listening to the DNA history.
Frenzied and foaming at the mouth with hate

They eat their own flesh.