My Grizzled Poem

by on June 21, 2019 :: 1 comment

Scratching pencil stub
Words fractured in lead
Not the grit I need
Scraping marks
Crevices and cracks
The page is bruised
And words abuse
Galvanized gray and smear

I strip them of discontent voice
Erasing legacies
I wipe away the crumbs
Letting each syllable
Every silenced sound fall
Landing just above ground
Whisper or scream

editors note:

Creative carnage; the mess we make to dis away from enchantment. – mh clay

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