Monday, April 28, 2014

Middle Passage Bend


 



Force fed dreams
My pillow, Speculum Oris
My bed shakes like "Yes"
It rocks like no more crying
Soft shrieks squeak from the springs
"Please be gentle with us. We have no end, no beginning."
My box spring's burden is boxed in
Bellowing slave ship sentiments
Each board, bored, side by side, by side
My headboard is Lord
Nodding psychotically
Dipping like praise
Fanning the flames
As it watches me sleep.


-Bex

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