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Gas station street art: oil and water. Iphone SE. 2.10.22.

The Birth

Eyes squeezed
Pours into the mouth
No matter how tight it may be

Murky depths and water
Flood the slitted eyes
Death in its black and hollow cave
Extends a hand, quickly
Slapped back by the light
Which is growing yellow
Fat and bright

Wraps itself around the scene
Like a cobra
Shedding its last skin

The breath which was muted
Comes fast and loud and rough
Eyes burst open
Liquid spills and rolls down little hills

A final sigh as breath is held
Smiles are passed around like Cuban cigars
In the other room

More liquid
Filling and spilling from eyes
The baby cries

-B. Lindsey (original)

6 responses

  1. “A final sigh as breath is held
    Smiles are passed around like Cuban cigars
    In the other room” – loved this part especially.

    February 17, 2022 at 12:14 pm

    • Thanks, O! I was in my poetess stage. 😁 Btw, halfway completed the Q & A & will have everything selected and submitted no later than Saturday. 😉 Thanks again! 💕

      February 17, 2022 at 2:11 pm

      • Looking forward to it, and take your time, I want you to have fun! 🙂

        February 17, 2022 at 2:52 pm

      • You’re questions are awesome! Thought provoking and way deeper than anticipated. 😁

        February 17, 2022 at 2:58 pm

  2. Nathan

    Looks like a Van Gogh !

    February 17, 2022 at 1:08 pm

    • I’m a bit obsessed with ole Vinnie; I’m not surprised it ended up like this. 😁

      February 17, 2022 at 2:12 pm


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