Sideways Monday

Fuel & Pollen, part two.

Sideways Monday.

A sideways monday, the traffic swims through lithic caverns. Stoney templates,

cutouts of transition, mother to daughter, son to father. Wisdom. 

Adrenaline is a paste,"I'll cascade it onto your bones, boy" they said while trying to stir me up.

 "Hurry up my son, calcium riddles run through our health" mother cried, 

"rusted limbs decompose after the sunrise".. rebirth. 

Newly woven quilts hook into my skin, loving the warmth of the skeleton. Pulse raises,

fluctuations in the waves, breathing ascends. Surging against our esophagus, scaly,

but it makes us lucid, oh so lucid. Affiliated into reality, the morning hours do this. 

Even when we are too weary to awaken. 

Author's Note

Fuel and Pollen part two.

Reviews

[MOON]

Great imagery and sideways Monday blues almost . as usual your write full of thoughts and ideas quite unique. Lovely write.

[Mockingbird]

very trippy. i liked it alot. interesting view of rebirth and how it happens. excellent poem.

[Forest Green]

Final line caps a transitional, thought-provoking work, truly unique and thoroughly poetic...