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Rhythm of Decay
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
Wild gypsy child
Run in midnight mist
Red sock bleeds memories into
Spinning white linens
Slippery images
Black rose grin, sterling silver lips
Cowboy boots and crocodile tears
skinny, shivering back of wounded pride
Towers of brimming ecstasy,
Doomsday terror nights
Street animals jibe and lurch
in the courtyard
where you constantly weep
Indelible stamp on the back of my hand
A dagger stabs my palm
Disbelieving fingers smear out the light
The coolest water spreads my legs
accidentally, I hatch an egg
04/26/2003
Posted on 08/18/2003
Copyright © 2024 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/05/03 at 05:14 PM Sounds like a bad memory cropping up now and then owing to associations scattered here and there. Imagery is good. Flow isn't so smooth. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/24/05 at 11:36 AM Really like the fragmented, eclectic style of this poem, not to mention the mixed emotions it expresses and passes on to this reader. |
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