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|Here is a link where i read it. swansisters.tumblr.com/. Dead rabbits and wolves and sweet silver mercury|
|A link to my reading the poem. swansisters.tumblr.com/ When the world leaves you, your body loosening|
thunderclapCan I be the thunderclap tickle plucking scalesthunderclap by OP1atedDreems
down the stringed column of your
I would shake the nerves,crack them open
and feast upon the monster texture
that makes a human pinch their eyes tight.
those careless t-storms can make
the most hard-boned devil wail
in the brief nuance of energy bursts.
[the initial heat expansion from soft
crackling lights leaves the threads
of your flesh prickled with anticipation]
And I want to do that to you--
weave through the tender wires, twirl
currents into the weepy slope of you.
you would love it
(love. it. ) (love. it.)
Why Not For Us?We count the chimes for the dead sailors-Why Not For Us? by TwentyfootAngels
four souls alone on the farthest pew
wondering why the bell isn't ringing for us.
Was it not days ago when these tones were still men?
The bell calls out again and brings me back to that night.
I can still hear the telltale whines of the ship's wires;
still feel the suffocating silence that followed
in that godless moment where our hearts hit the floor.
The icy shocks of water still try to throw me over,
longing to take me hostage and drown me in the sea.
In the back of my mind, I'm still holding on to a young sailor;
his hand still frozen in mine as I pull him away from the pitching bow.
Frigid rain still pours down on me as I finally pull him up to the railing,
and again I watch him scramble to grab hold of the rusted metal rails.
My memory looks up at me just like he did that night.
I see his bright blue eyes, the raw panic behind them,
when that final, crushing wave slams into the ship.
The little light that remains shattered to darkness,