| sounds of white by jonathan j. ames |
here betwixt the pain,
back-throat cocktails tame the tonsil, tickle
the tongue,
needles the stomach to bleed.
and i,
mantled in these porcelain bones
for soon, the shatter-times will tarry endless.
and sequin smiles will bite the eyes
as small mercies mouth an uncanny silence,
all whilst drowning in a torrid sea, oh me.
such cruel-ing memories,
lost within the swollen lung
when the sound of white faded whiter.
tomorrow’s touch,
but a dream found dancing at the gate,
and me free from this broken shell…almost.
back-throat cocktails tame the tonsil, tickle
the tongue,
needles the stomach to bleed.
and i,
mantled in these porcelain bones
for soon, the shatter-times will tarry endless.
and sequin smiles will bite the eyes
as small mercies mouth an uncanny silence,
all whilst drowning in a torrid sea, oh me.
such cruel-ing memories,
lost within the swollen lung
when the sound of white faded whiter.
tomorrow’s touch,
but a dream found dancing at the gate,
and me free from this broken shell…almost.
