Shivering, the energy rushed to his arm.
His blemished skin ran towards the dark,
beneath the bulging veins of an old junkie.
At arm's length away, he let the needle drip.
Crash, the horse jumped up backwards,
falling to the ground. The horse bucked ahead
unshaken. The junkie picked a second needle.
Shivering, the energy rushed to his arm.
More time to honour a perfect fix-
he welcomed the golden arm, apologized
to the horse, and placed needle to vein,
his blemished skin ran towards the dark.
Beyond the blowing dirt he tripped, among a hundred
roaring hooves and glazed colors.
His horse bucked, jumped and fell
beneath the bulging veins of an old junkie.
A huge black stallion broke from the pack.
The crazy horse swerved from the attack.
The stallion rushed again. Th junkie stumbled
At arm's length away, he let the needle drip.
This poem is a cascade poem for http://bigtentpoetry.org
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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4 comments:
Wayne,
A poignant poem. A great cascade.
Pamela
Powerful cascade - so very visual and vibrant.
I like the way you use the form to stumble. "glazed colors": nice.
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