Tuesday, March 18, 2014

shark-bite

nip a little
               tug a little
nip a little
               tug a little

bite
bite
bite

then they tear a little more from you and

then you strike out,
hit a little, rip a little bit off
then you lash out,
hurt a little, cry a little bit more
still the sting burns,
yes it burns, an electric griddle
slow build and burn,
like a snake bite, see the red spot growing
soon you’re all numb,
from the nose to the bloody footprints.
they’ll think again,
‘fore they stab you with syllabic knife-falls
you’ve kept ‘em quiet,
kept them distant, now the silence swallows.
lone, you’re alone,
quite successful, just a broken shadow.
listen to the crickets
how they sing, always for another.
now’s when you feel
feel the cold, how it seeps into ya.
you’re now that shark
the solitary ‘mongst the fluid flurry.
cold beats the heart

beats the drum that will kill you some day.

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