Confusion (or Docile Limb)

CONFUSION (OR DOCILE LIMB)

BATTLING WONDERMENT WITH AGED BRASS HORNS
WHOSE RUSTY SONGS ARE NO LONGER FUNNY
AS CAREFULLY CRIPPLING PASSIONS ARE
HIDDEN IN A LABYRINTH OF GREEN TERROR
SLOWLY DRAINING TO RED AND BROWN FAULTS
NOT A PLACE TO PAUSE GRACEFULLY

SHADOWS OF YOUTH’S SADNESS ARE
LIGHT SWITCHES TO ELDER RESTING CHAIRS
CONFUSIONS CAST WILL HEAL BONES FOR
WALKING COLD STREETS CONSTITUTED IN MADNESS
AFTER SEWING SEEDS OF ISOLATION WITHIN
SULLENLY PALE BOXES

ONCE A DAY GIVES ANOTHER
SOLITUDE FORGES RESERVOIR WATER

Published by RYAN DRAG

Poet / Journalist / Musician

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