Don’t Listen To The Bells

 

games involving firewood

result in splinters

..

the ants go marching one by one

hurrah hurrah

THE ANTS GO MARCHING ONE BY ONE….

..

floored by lino and valium her apron is stuck between her legs

crumpled and damp

tense air on slack cheeks

he is gone and he is still here slapping her rightness in the face

those were some hairy hands

 

..

she remembered when they glimmered light with certainty

rubbing off in subtle patterns

delicious and secretive

telling stories of church bells and worn stone, folding like sugar creme

turning up the heat.

..

the bells

they

wind this city down, clip the folders shut,  bring adventure to a close

..

a directive not a soothing

a belt not a swing

a confine not a win

..

and we are laughing on clouds with our feet dangling in a robust swamp brimming with colour and life.

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Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

10 thoughts on “Don’t Listen To The Bells

    1. I didn’t expect it either, I really was surprised 🙂 my sister in law is going through marriage trauma so maybe all that hype and buzz is seeping in to my normally impenetrable transcendental bubble

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