In the Land of Cumbersome a tiny boy pushed from his pallet
by besotted siblings trudged through the cold near morning - reluctant
sun thinly shafted as yellow smoke coaxed through the dense air by will of his upward
staring still-fresh senses, shouting silently in unsurrendered plaintive plea a wondrous "Why?" repeated - as a map of murmur carrying him sleepily
forward through the hardened fields to the cement of the city - where he, just another
faceless stray - eyes still burning
bright entranced by a distant door yet to be found - settled on
his spot and waited for the rain of infrequent coin and common censure to begin
to pelt with familiar constancy the soaring power of his unearned burning expectation of Yet to Come.
ruined city of Bizarre, the sweet scent of girl children seeps through the
shadowy dusk, wafting as whispers over the scorched fields, calling forward the
smudgy smiley sister faces nestled now between the hands of restless elder
ghosts.Beyond the land of Bizarre a
train whistle blows its inconsolable cry calling to that lone left girl picking
in arched barefooted care through fields of sharded bone. Struggling for balance
stumbling under straps of backpacked belongings carving cankered sores into
still soft shoulders as she tumbles toward the Town of Know.
In the land of ransacked,
the small sisters lied head to foot piled into the bed back to back. As night
fell across their packed rest the eldest fourteen at the best rose, washed at
the basin and walked on arched feet out into the fog, hair like silken
blanket on bared shoulders, into the street of calling customers, weeping
confidential visions into her ransacked charms - as the night fell each one
onto the other, into and out of her, as the eventual dawn fingered the sky - head high coins of trade pocketed she returned to the bed where small sisters
stirred in still sweet slumber and picked a sticker from her shoulder licking the drop of
blood from her salty finger tip.
I spent time over inviting each of you with a special message - this is true I have a feeling that this was all for naught I do not think more than a few actually my invite caught!
If you would like to be 'Blogger Connect friends' I have sent new invitations... please excuse the lack of a warm message as it is difficult to type with my eyes closing and my head threatening to bang itself asleep on the keyboard!