I have fallen under a swoon. I no longer breathe air. I am under water and breathing fire. There is magic flowing through my veins supplying my every atom with a flicker, a quiver. The constant vibration passes through me and spreads outward whispering up the backs of strangers expelling a song that surges forth from the depths of their souls but only I can hear them singing.
shhh, it’ll be our secret.
shhh… (We welcome Kristine to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay
A new blood pulses through my veins to the off time beat of syncopated disbelief. I am trying to establish a rhythm, a rule; but, it eludes me just now. There is an incorrigible effervescence just below the skin on my cheeks. I am changing, melting, melding into something unrecognizably grand. I won’t be long, I’m just around the corner, one world to the left.
For any New Year naysayers. “Yes!” comes right, from the left. – mh clay
muddled mumbly moments flow together with liquid confidence and the scenery shifts
swirling reds and swinging vines link humans to gods with umbilical precision
the crack of a bat hangs a question mark in the damp evening air
the crowds cheer as I walk the talk, shoulders back, assets forward
pull out the big guns baby, I’m ten feet tall, I’m a tall drink, a swagger
do the math, it adds up then subtracts itself, retracts itself to a quiet corner
just a minute please
deep breath, step back, size up the situation
launch one last attack of wit on the unsuspecting khaki coalition
sashay an extraction
the sun looming on the horizon looks an awful lot like truth and consequences for the invincible
Cocktail consequences quail a cloyed conscience. – mh
