My Poetical Cortex is Caving In
by V. Blake
is starting to feel
like licking a stalk of sugarcane
wrapped in razor wire.
and all that bleeds
through the sweetness on my tongue
goes blue with lack of substance
before it even touches earth.
it's like my brain can't tell the difference
between the writing and the writhing.
Author's Note: Poemuary entry #12.
Posted on 01/13/2010
Copyright © 2020 V. Blake
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/13/10 at 05:13 AM|
Indeed, often i think one must writhe before they can write
|Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/14/10 at 05:26 AM|
You already know my thoughts on this. I must say, you captured so much with such a short piece. For that, I commend you sir!
|Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/21/10 at 01:02 AM|
I can't believe I missed this -but of of course, it's hard to keep track of all of your awesomeness...still -late though I may be coming to it, it deserves a comment -it's fantastic and one of the best I've seen of yours!!!