Sunday, June 19, 2016

Rutflare

Knocked off the beam
fallen off the path
back into bed
back in the bath

Imbalanced is the rhyme
ticking is the time
swallowed is sublime
as it lingers on the line

Cut are the ties that chase
fallen from grace in haste
it's hard to get back up
when your arms are weak -
it's rough 

and the beings' keeping
a tab
and the longer drawn out
the drab
the more 
it is
fishbait
'til it chomps
and says
"too late!" 

I was in the air!
but now I'm in
Rutflare 
Get me out of here!
get me out of there ...

N.M. Rose Guedes

girloutside.org 

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