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If Broken
by J. P. DaviesLauding the milestones
chasing our proverbial tails.
In the morning we crash
twisting metal and glass
repeat for percussion
cataclysmic opus of life
you, my babylonian cypher
calligraphy in translation
ink-stamped and restless
pacing the ventricles and valves
heart-racing Artemis you are
licking the flames
tasting of ash and restraint
I laud and deplore the vague
the smoke traces your silhouette
the air takes a feminine curve
I exhale.
you evanese.
10/14/2007 Posted on 10/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 10/15/07 at 02:17 AM Beautiful. "In the morning we crash, twisting metal and glass". I love the ring of it. Who? |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/15/07 at 02:54 AM I was gonna throw some love towards that line as well. Great imagery and language. |
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