Penance

Penance

A Poem by Bonny Blanchard

been in the pen with my monster mask

dancing the monster mash

my soles are blistering

the itch's persistent festering


diamond city

jesters contrive my demise

with contrived grits

scraping at my skin


ha-ha-ha-ha- HA!

ha-ha-ha-ha- HA!


precision of my division

splayed with a boot on

either side of the Libran scale

left foot feeling heavy


seven seven seven pounds


transgressions

they beat it all out of me

quivering aggressions

grinding on a mill


force-feed me the malicious meal

the excess spins before me

on a wheel of condition

dizzy, dizzy, tizzy, purge


Hahahahaha!

Hahahahaha!


intrusion with a moral transfusion

aloof tourista

and the locals lull 

in diamond city


abased by the jester

mortified before the false messenger

seduced, reduced, excused

Penance in a Heptadmonger Municipality

© 2011 Bonny Blanchard


Author's Note

Bonny Blanchard
Is it too hard to understand? What do you see?

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Well, I see some awfully sickly type person (a physical as well as emotional sickness) being punished for something really awful, just as awful as they are in some hellish prison some where, perhaps it really could be in this person's version of hell but they aren't taking it all that badly. Perhaps they are mad, that's why. I'm probably way off from what you were thinking but I enjoyed this piece a lot!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on March 9, 2011
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Bonny Blanchard
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The bones in my hands feel dry and forgotten. The pitter-patter of my keyboard will hopefully replenish the spirit of my ghastly bones. Regretfully, I haven't been a consistent writer. I started .. more..

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