"suctioning" poems
The clock stopped
And was defibrillated by the breath
Of the materialized bundle of
Blue skin and slippery warmth and matted hair.
An eternity of pain that lasted hours
Turned to infinity of minutes of suctioning and flashing lights,
Then to days that felt like forever of hospital stays.
The timeless car ride home turned into
Equally long three hour lifetimes,
Each expiring with every hungry cry.
The rest of my life
Is punctuated by moments,
By such realizations as, that
This minuscule creature
Kicking staccato butterfly flutters
Now on the outside of my stomach
Traveled in a horseshoe pattern from the inside to get there;
That I've never felt like such a miracle
As when listening to tiny bellows
Pump air in and out, mechanically rhythmic,
Like a drummer at the band practice of life.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
Broken cherry lips
Bitten beyond recognition and swollen with inhibitions foregone
In favor of simpler incisions,
Cuts on the egos of cherry picker demons,
Puckering with bloodlust, suctioning drugs from
Her mouth and pulling out things from between her front teeth,
Strings of slippery doubt (but throw that out,
‘Cause) Here we cherish the cowardice
On the main screen, and rather receive the attention instead,
Unadulterated affection of the head, the best parts filtered and the rest
In the ***** pink cave,
Left to be swallowed following
Any hint of recognition
Sinking so they can fester faster
In her stomach grave, made of acid.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC