Agony Courting
BREW Poetry Award Nominee - Open Category / by The Contributing Writer / 398 views
- Listing ID: 36594
- Poetry Author's Name: K.J. Poesy
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Poem:
I clutch the remnants of my wasted heart
It shifts and rattles like a toaster with loose parts
This rotting heart that burns too much
And chars at each unfettered touch.
It's an agonised relic of a wasted life
An ill-fitted organ that's developing a rind
I sit on benches to keep myself in splinters
And count the rats that form the fabric of my existence
No turnover in my spleen, it sits within me and you on my knee.
You stutter through my name and stumble across your own
Our history before us, like a new street or an unpaved road
You grow heavy under examination and my knees part to give way
Down through the floorboards to a revamped hell
From the agony to know my name, learn its call to give sweet claim
I'd keep you too if I could, perched on the counter as a treasure for me to admire.
But you would be sweeter without the splinter of my love in your thumb
Causing you dull aches as we ruminate over lost time
And the growing curvature of my spine,
If I were to hold you flat would your anger settle and level out?
To be corrected per square meter of you heart's interior
Let me lay you, let me love you
And cover you with the shroud of memories of how it was and could be again
If loving me was your tomb, I will sing you a sweet song of mourning
To keep you warm with graveyard dirt and solemn respect from a priest you'd never met
Let me love you, let me devour you and keep you between my teeth
Where all sweet things live, like your name on my tongue
And the bittersweet goodbye of what could have been. - Poet's Bio: K.J. Poesy is a writer from the coast of Western Australia, determined to empty the mind regardless of what remains. With over twenty novels tucked in the desk drawer and two up for publishing, the poems tend to escape.
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