Tide Pool

Tide Pool

A Poem by Taxidermy 101

When my dad calls me drunk and staring at the moon again amidst inland hurricane winds.

The moon is full
of craters and landscapes
that can't be crossed.

There are rumors 
of a malicious melody 
that only the madmen hear.

Shrieking angels slumped over
after the choir disperses
each a remnant rhythm

a holy compulsion.

© 2015 Taxidermy 101

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Love this. The creepy factor is off the charts. In part I like the brevity, but also I'd be fascinated to hear more on the malicious melody. These are good, but vague, ideas. The intermingling of the holy and sacrilegious imagery is effective, if cryptic. But perhaps it isn't meant to be understood in depth.

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Added on November 15, 2015
Last Updated on November 15, 2015


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