Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

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Sunday, November 30, 2014

that we'd become smoke

that we’d become smoke

I could burn the taper
of a flame
for every hour
we wasted
and the whole world
would be masked by
titanic waves
frozen and entrapping
millions in a turtleneck
of wax. Nobody,
he’s dead. and all the rest
entomb Nobody’s body
in the clearest crest
and when we gaze at
No One contorted across his tomb
I think of us
and your desert cracked lips
so I rub my fingers
along Nobody’s sepulcher
until the pads are moist
and slather my own thin mouth
because I cannot reach across
from where I am stuck, waist deep
in front of Nobody,
to slap it on your face.
Instead we should forget
that we were wicks
that we were still
that we were tall and slender
that we believed to burn
to be intoxicating enough
that we’d become smoke
that we’d float among constellations
and laugh when we looked up
Orion’s manly skirt.
But we melted with the wax
and are stuck
pretending to ignore the other
though each our flame shines

©2014 Lex Vex

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