M.L. Flickinger
This month I’m featuring a few guest posts by my fellow writers to celebrate #NationalPoetryMonth. My first guest is the talented Dane Cobain. :)
Don’t stop the madness
or your arrogant anguish,
and don’t drop the bottle
in the bottom of a coffin,
because you’ve got wings
and you’re not afraid to use them.
You could see for miles,
and the city lights
flare up and falter,
pin pricks for Angels
dancing slowly
on the cusp of a big black hole,
those creatures of light
who fight for their right
to survive.
Your lungs are a telescope;
your thighs are signposts
pointing north beyond the wall,
where bored whores draw straws
and sleep with minotaurs,
sheathing swords
on the back of a horse.
Don’t flop
or drop your lances;
enhance the dance
of the woodland fairie,
or blur your motion
until your emotions
are potent,
sells spells and potions
to…
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Published on April 03, 2016 11:20