Poem of the Day: Turn and Cough

Limbs-locked,

coiled thick in tendriled-rope;

devoured by your lucid eyes --those hazel microscopes!

Stitches burst open,

weeping silky lies unbound.

Giggling irises seem bright

--(till you hear them speak) cuz light travels faster than sound.

So page by page; we diligently dig

--releasing quite a gale.

my bottomless pit digest’s it’s sin;

and with vodka’s help; those whispers are served pale.

It can’t be stitched-up; murmuring it will wallow--

till you breathe in that place,

nestling deeply in those raw-hollows

beneath that willowy armor yet consoled by melodies of pot-marked truth,

For faith includes believing beyond any power: reason,rhyme or proof.

And so I remain crippled,dazed yet contently aloof...

...listlessly hammering (paralyzed and bruised).

Under the general-anesthesia...

.....my heart forever musters of you.