Tuesday Night Post # 2-9

Degenerates,

Yes it is a New Year.  Count only what needs to be recorded, what needs to be exchanged.  Change comes not with numbers, but with action.  The page is turned by the hand not by the numbers on the page.

-DBL

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A Perished Rose

A Salty Brick

On my chest

smelled so sweet

Looking down

at a frown

When it was ripped

from my chest

Left to me

Minus 3

Severed limbs

appropriately

I remained

to agree

I accept

this side of me

No more chance

to take up arms

I chose the weapon

accordingly

Never felt

the need to see

the role that

was placed on me

Rendered small

with a task

to sweep around

the chimney

Several times

I even spoke

of the feeling

so tenderly

Shame I found

starved the hounds

Made me feel

so heavenly

Body red

Never dead

Raising clouds

from the dirt

Coughing loud

Cutting ties

Finding source

in dirty knees

Found a way

to be free

in my chore

left to me

With every movement

of my hand

always came

like a lance

Carving up

Ivory Bark

 Made of stone

never dark

On my chest

there’s a stem

Pull it hard

Lets begin