Sense.

A piece of servitude one does not often think upon.

Yes, crack your whip you crapulous fool,

For sight will leave one less sense to use,

A crafted sorry never eases one’s guilt,

My scars alone provide a telling abuse.

 

A grumpish man all being stopped to rest,

Slack ideas paint history in the written telling,

Fever and skin make his blood burn with lust,

For once his eyes lie and are quite gulling.

 

His fat spills over at the dinner table,

I groak in hopes of a morsel that falls off,

Never mind the bones on display my face,

His marrow fills oceans oh this swine a toff.

 

A sleeping giant makes less noise than his backside,

Slumber came quickly with a meal so red,

Ah here the pismires waft in and around him,

If only we could lift the load into his bed.

 

A chill this morning brings rattles to ones chest,

Snowbroth flows from under the cabin door,

White fields are lush until the breaking of dawn,

Now he moves and coughs and stirs the floor.

 

My mind runs as eyes set upon me from above,

I excogigate and hope he does not notice all,

For a death may occur in this shack today,

No, fantasy is always close and I will enthrall.

 

Animals come to listen for my footsteps,

I cast food to them those poor retches,

A glorious light almost apricity over yonder,

Dear me the birds they always fall no catches.

 

If only there were more to share my woes with,

No person to twattle and tattle and refer,

Just us, me and him, a stick and mighty tree,

No, No this truth will never come to occur.

 

The shouting begins as breakfast is need,

Oh what sight an elflock adorns his ugly head,

Yes, I will come, and feed you a dozen,

Poor hens ever laying until they are dead.

 

This jollux will forever be my master,

The sad truth is my body makes him thrill,

Those nights when sweat pours from him,

To my brow I hope to stop the coming kill.

 

Author's Note

Enjoy.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

" a crafted sorry never eases one's guilt"
contrived contrition..."never meaning to send"
"a meal so red, lift him on to his bed"
makes me think political...
and throughout this i think of the fat cats with all the goodies...we poor ones hoping for a morsel dropped here and there.
this took me different places..."death in the shack' last deeds done before the end, which could come soon.
nicely played, Thomas...a good read.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Enette]

Mr. Fitzgerald, your poem was fascinating. Eloquent. Your stirring vocabulary demonstrated the cruelty of servitude. I plan to read more of your work. Thank you for sharing your gift of words with us!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Woah extraordinary poem, great diction and lots of muse and scenes depicted. I like the animals line , of feeding and being kind to them. Kudos for a fine rhyming poem.

Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you, will do

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

I realise there was a typo I corrected my commente.

[Ruth]

It's been a while since I read you Thomas and I am glad I had time to do so today. You always did hit hard with the visuals in your poetry, your writing is a testament to art being unfolded before a reader's eyes and mind, it is a labyrinth of mystery yet invites one so deeply in it leaves a lingering shudder :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Einstein Noodle]

have to be honest my friend .. not my favorite of yours .. the strength of quatrains and a rhyme scheme belie the free rhythm within .... and makes for a confounded read for me .. but i am old and squeeky .. and confound easily ... i would like to read this as both free verse and again with a more rigid rhyme pattern .. improved flow as it were .. that being said .. going back to read a couple more times
i love that powerful opening line "crapulous fool" .. i think V1 in its entirety is powerful opening .. sets the stage nicely .. how drunken words and anger and hurt join forces so easily >;-/
the characters slowly displayed more and more graphically .. you take me to school with the language .. second read for me was much more fluid ... a horrible abusive relationship .. personal or universal .. rich poor kind of thing .. twisted chains of lust will enslave .. bringing victim back for more and more .. pity .. tragic .. a horror this dark humanity ...exists from the beginning me thinks .. well done .. breaks my heart my friend .. also makes me think of human trafficking ..tho those victims are forced instead of induced by lust ... strong voice ..
E.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.