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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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The Shadow of Thunder

The Shadow of Thunder
He takes it into
his body
the silence and the scream
He marches
 footpaths and trembles the shivering daffodils.
He comes to fill the
between the forking paths
both are steep
though one
winds down to
the guttural chasm which sucks sound from molecules so their
whispers at least may sooth each other
though one
winds up to
a Vulcan crag; he rumbles up the steepness
head lolling drunkenly across the path. He will collapse at zenith
what follows: his pawing for a hollow log to funnel his gasps.
when he retches down the cliff
 the whole
swept up
in vibration
He is not the smack
which crumbles the plaster walls of Jericho
nor the warm
murmurs of ocean caves
he is the void
when belief has yet to penetrate and nurse
stigma back
to health
He kisses the bullet-
-biters, and soldiers
leaving their tours half dissolved. His method
of love making
is slow and almost mistaken for
as he
plucks the arrows into quivering

©2014 Lex Vex

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