PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Oh, thick music-milk

Drink me down

Swallow rough

Choke my brittle bone

For all shall shallow dry

I am but the scratch to the knife

The fate to the finger

The needle to the haystack

I have lost all hope

I ahve lost all skip

To my sea-worthy stone

Washed and sweet on the shore

Soft as the silken sponge

Tired as the sinking ship

Heavy with its anchoring heart

And peel fingernails

The flies all flock

And I let them feed

As I sift through sand paper seas

Piked to my clam-baked nose

I see myself as small

I see myself as dead

As the spooning palm of the seashell

Dry but to the bitter salt

I bit my tongue with sweetened tooth

And numbed my brittle tongue

Oh, thick music-milk

Swallow me but shallow

To never bite again

To never live again...