fatpanda

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to hope for a better day

July 19, 2020

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morning found me staring at a precipice:
i know the feel of a city i haven’t lived in.

the city clays a mistake, hopes for a lie;
take back my wrists. they are yet unaffected.

give me a wrist. unaffectedness is subjective,
i’ll pillow demise until the lions roar.

i’ll pillow demise until the lions retreat,
i’ll meet a shadow where the prey hides.

i’ll meet a friend where the prey hides,
she’ll say that the city was better all along.

that the city was better all along,
steady languor as it creeps along a wall.

let the languor creep, harm is convoluted;
morning found me staring at a precipice. 

 
this is a duplex (i sincerely hope i did it correctly), brainchild of poet jericho brown.
 

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  • fatpanda

    also what kind of a sentence is 'let the languor creep' i really wish i had thought this through lmao


    4 months ago