5 limbs

//5 limbs

5 limbs

Today a mermaid emerged from the sea.
She waits upon the moon-washed sand.
Clothed in storms and fires and
The drowning shores,
Clothed in our waste,
She has come
That we may become the sea
And the skies and the land.
She has come to sing
That we may take her by the hand
And know her once more.
I have been working for 10,000 hours
With my book of notes,
Scattered like birds on a washing line.
Soft white hands on hard white keys,
Dancing two four, three four, four four.
Lost in rhythm and feeling
That settles not this savage soul.
Drunk by my own performance.
My time.
I moved from side to side in my chair,
But not a tear.
The therapist looked on smiled,
Calling forth more
As I remembered the rubber hose,
Being beat against my back,
And a mother that screamed
Of the wrong being done
Against her child.
No matter
I go
There is
Nothing to be found.
By | 2018-06-12T14:56:52+00:00 June 12th, 2018|Poetry|0 Comments

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