Scathe

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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.

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One thought on “Scathe

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

    Michael

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