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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Monday, May 25, 2015

Remnants - part 5

5.

you have never been marble before
when the chisel is brought down
carving the curving
cheek bones and jaws
flowing water condenses
fills in cracks
solidifies
& pushes passages apart
in this slab
the artist digs out a corpse
for feet to skirt around
haughty lips // bulbous closed eyes
dappled red
like the hum of mummification
now tourists pay attention
walking off to the side
now the arches of priests clack over your elbows
a shallow nostril
even the bishop’s toes
stank
no one knows
because no one checks
but the whole floor of the church
smells of sour cornflakes
not that you would know
a stiletto cracked
off your nose
years ago;
all bodies erode
and it reminds me of
flowers etched onto toilet paper

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