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A Knocking
by Jared OrlandoA reoccurring thought
Presses through
And clamors with talons
Into the thick of
My neck, and I’m sure
You’ve felt the same
Up there in your bird’s nest
Scrapping with the best
Of them, climbing
Your way up, feathers
Flailing. I digress,
An attention beckoning
Thought, I drop all
I know and focus
But the deficit
I think; I thought;
I’m thinking of pictures
Again
I’m pondering over words
Again
And the whiskey drips
Off of my tongue
And the honey takes
Off the edge
And the thought will
Persistently, unpleasantly
Press on, and press on
Stained with the scent
Of alcoholic memories.
02/04/2010 Posted on 02/04/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/05/10 at 04:47 PM Quoth the raven, indeed -very nice little visual play here Jared -quirky but effective and I like that a lot! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/05/10 at 04:51 PM Lots and lots of tremendous imagery to take away from this. Very, very good indeed. |
| Posted by Madeline Lamb on 05/24/10 at 11:42 PM Downright creepy in parts, enough to make my neck itch. Your imagery glows. |
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