Torooblog: Friday Night Poetry Slam

Theme: Wumenguan Case 23. Don’t Think Good and Bad

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Picky eaters grow up slowly and stay stunted

Sickly bodies that think narrow and feel hunted

Spit opium arrows coat with a poisonous tip

Quoting the lineage, scalding your tongue with a sip

Banging the drum one-handed, the other is tying knots

I’m working for my mother while digging my father’s plot

Pale moon in my window, wake in a cold sweat

This grace is like a widow that inherits my debt

Mic check-- you wanna take it away, then take it now.

Holy silence is a promise and I’m breaking my vows

Let there violence amongst brothers and markèd absence of faith

That comes and goes as it pleases like your original face.

Still is the night’s pulse -- move like an apparition.

Delivering a wound to the world with repetition.

Using every part of my prey, bloody and regal

While picky eaters get caught up in good and evil.

Submitted March 20, 2021 at 03:14AM by PaladinBen https://ift.tt/2OSGdWP

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