The Pebble poem

The Pebble poem;

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The last thought -

          - air bubble gone -

                                       - pop !

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     ;

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the jagged mountain teeth

skin - like volcanic coiled mass

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the croc said ;

     " boy, you are not man enough

to traverse the rapids and torments

of Life,

swallow this pebble, this red pill - like universe,

it will grow and grow and make you

strong, 

    come back a world weary tired

irate man and with my blessing

you may swim, "

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     - the pebble became a stone

and grew and grew within my 

bones, gave me substance     feeling      form

a badge of honour in a skin- like uni       form of

deformity and disease

these things

these things - like a stubborn old root

holding onto life, to muddy 

clay - like life, 

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the stone sucked nourishment from 

me a sedintary bone- like tendril

burrowed marrow deep,

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the stone became a rock

expanded grew and grew

merged within the

calcification of thought

became       sentient        part       me

gave the grounding strength

the unbearable lightness of being

a forgotten thing

intangible -

             - at best, 

the  heavy crush of conscience

of undisturbed id

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I face the demon river the boiling

madness froth of Life,  the shimmering of 

golden grasses in the rippled mirror

grey slate, ancient eyes, watching

waiting, 

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    I dive ;

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the explosion of senses wet cold 

electricity,    Live,        a million hot needles

firing my skin chilling bone, dem bone, 

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the last thought -

           - air bubble gone -

                                      - pop !

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the heavy guilt within my gut

drags me down down down, 

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time for lunch, thought

the croc

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is like a bad vaccine for the virus...
Thinking it will be a miracle...but then the croc is just a little too hungry.

j.

[gram linski]

thanks j. always appreciate your comments, hope you are keeping well