ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature
Broken Music Box
I pulled the stars over your comely eyes
stretching my arms stiff
until they covered your body blue.
Its shadows were brave enough to keep us well hid
for the shimmer gold in your hair beaconed all lovers lost.
We found ourselves on a beach, whose sand I could not place,
our bare feet sweeping the froth of the waves.
The brightest stars as our guide led us to the end
of a pair of sea docks and washed upon it
a broken music box, wood crippling its age.
I breathed into it [but only after you],
and from it came a sound that played like the ballet.
One which neither you nor I had danced to,
but our fingers entwined without words
to
Literature
Shiver
An earthquake rolls across her skin
as green curtains reserve a space
for construction -
he looks at splattered bed sheets
and cradles a small shiver.
He inhales, holds the breath. Hands
calloused by supermarket boxes grip
the railing. Cord of blood and sweat
fused into life is taken into other,
more precise palms.
A hand on his shoulder whirls
him around - birth is burdened
into his arms. Black curls smell sweet.
He feels her hand envelope his as he
leans forward to kiss the wailing temple
turned an angry shade of red. She's
whisked away - to wash and dry.
A statue of bones -
becomes a colossal collapse.
Literature
Oranges
Oranges
I.
Thinking themselves thieves, they feed
on the ripe as the cart owner on the highway
fingers peels, rinds, forgotten leaves and listens
to the voices of his customers like moving cars.
II.
To articulate herself she keeps the cream
in one hand and licks the rust off her
once black kettle. The tea is waiting
on the counter to be drowned as she says to him:
Let me live in my ashes.
Her echolalia says: scissors, sliver as the image
of diseased pigeon wings echoes on her eyelids.
Twenty years of echolalia.
III.
There is a boy who lives in his own palms,
collecting teeth from the children who fight.
At six o'cl
Suggested Collections
The first song for my fictional band, Scurvy D and the Buccaneers. A lot of foul language-- they're pirates, what do you expect?
Mature
© 2006 - 2024 scurveydog
