bitterness sticks on the tongue

and fingers here

twittering slick ice-knife parable

a phD in pain from blunt instruments

serving up noble death as a

turd in the drinking water dialogue.

Have you tasted it?

Nothing good left here,

just methane – the daffodil scent of it –

filtering and eventually bruised yellow and away.

Let boys learn well,

sorry will not make it safe to drink yet.


One thought on “Scathe

  1. I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award (which is not an award) — please enter my blog, between days 18 and 17 — it took me a while to write it, answer some questions and nominate other poets. Thanks! Best of luck!!


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