The Writers Rider
one of many i'd assume
a whole lot of noise
and peace and quiet
the silence of a breath held
three seconds from a riot
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and i’m gonna need a small war
either
in my head
or
in my bed
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no doves, no ribbons
and please no world’s-cutest kittens
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a mixed bag of the mundane
a modicum of the perverse
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i need the sound of a glass breaking
but i need it in reverse
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the pop of a dream at dawn
a stifled scream from the night
and the reluctance of lidded eyes
welcoming the light
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champagne bottles
filled with air
and the pulse at the start…
the hint bared of infant dare
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three pillows -- neither hard nor soft
cardboard chests with hinges
a soft blue, cool fire
that warms and never singes
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six old tatty jumpers
made of pure wool
a scratch-and-sniff T-shirt
that reeks of awkward cool
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a kiss from lips that have
never tasted real sadness
a fleck of the froth
from when those same lips mouthed madness
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a measure of bridled insanity
and a small hint for up ahead
half a litre of pure nostalgia
and a few more words —
simply said
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler



Comments (1)
This is such a cool and creative poem. I love how you put so many different feelings and smells into your words. Makes me think about all the small things that make life interesting.