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The Fisherman

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I throw my line here and there
Good, bad, it doesn’t matter what I catch
All the colours of the scales are beautiful in my eyes
Some think fishing is for fools

To sit and wait
Perfectly still
For things to happen
Days and years

The line is a funny thing
Sometimes the waters muck things up
The silver line breaks

But away I go
Casting it out again

“Look at that fool,” they say.
“Holding a stick at the water’s edge.
She is mad!”

And on they go, their faint shadows diminishing before my eyes
That are razor-sharp focused on that line
That really does move this time.


Freedom

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Purple stripes upon my back
As fat as a Christmas Goose
A sacrifice
To feed hungry eyes

The air around me whirs and dirs.
Time slows
I go
Faster still

On the horizon
A fat noose
Hangs from a Sycamore tree
And it seems to say

”Run faster, girl! Run on!
There will be no celebration for you here!”

So I carry on through these black nights
And dark days

That will bring me to my home
Someday
And freedom.

 


Turkey Bones

Turkey Bones

White clean
Two lovers
Eternally embraced

Lying together
On their mirrored bed of hot silver
Goblets of wine at their feet
They have waited
For their annual feast

Conjoined twins
Twisted at birth
Cartilaged duo
Greedy hands cannot wait
To rip you apart

Destroy and sever you
Ugly dry bones that are good for nothing
But picking at the teeth of an angry fat man

And in the end
You’ve made his dreams come true

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The Birth

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The Birth

Eyes  squeezed
Liquid
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)
9/7/13