Originally inspired by the poem Monster
Feathers and claws scrabble in the dark.
The sun is a warm distraction
but I am blind to my heaven
and words hit a dark wall,
erected by the king.
I close my eyes
And the words spring…
my soul drags itself from beneath the pot of gold
to weave an exit.
It is a dream and here, my diamond thought hangs
my button, pushed tenderly, brings breath…
my skin stretches
my ladder unravels
find your own way pilgrim…my hand has turned,
sparks and flashes force a rain of little pebbles
like droplets on the ocean…
if only the whale hears my prayer, do I still exist?
my words have hit the king
who pockets them and prepares their return.
I cry in the night
my fingers reach for the sky and moonlight
sitting on tips like points of knife
sharp and beautiful
Am I a wasted thing,
what can quench my thirst for all I need?
I want more
my tongue melts
into light on dark pavement
surrounded by opinions
accosted by adult mouths
My shell is tough but not indomitable
I am one of 7 billion answers
My conviction cripples me
In my defeat I find my wings
an opulent monster,
in my red riding hood…
I give in to the dichotomy and
like silk it slides and gathers
a bloody mess