We Are The Hydra

1.

We are to the brim with aches from teeth long shaken out on green apples and poised fists. Our teeth had left us toothless; we spat stones for each temptation, hands the manifestation of longing: two insects fluttering in search of a mating home.

2.

We are to the brim with blacks and blues remembered from tall dark woods trimmed to a single brilliant stick. Lo! How each generation seeks to define itself by suffering. I am damaged goods, she says, I may learn to love again but not now, not really.

3.

We are to the brim with wanting triggers emblazoned onto skin. For each tattooed minute we had lost a fighting head and thus gained a double conundrum. This is no way to live. This is no way to sing. The jagged son of Jupiter rises at our throats.

4.

Or none at all.

2 thoughts on “We Are The Hydra

  1. Your poems are a tease, sir 🙂 I sense searching and I can relate. You have a way with words, but you are searching…I do encourage this.

  2. Your poems are a tease, sir 🙂 I sense searching and I can relate. You have a way with words, but you are searching…I do encourage this.

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