Acerbic

 

 

Empathy scented,
Hear the echo reverberating,
ricocheting off the walls,
settling beneath the skin

Lips crusted with thrush,
A rush of moving bodies
Sea of gray faces,
exiting the thoroughfare

Into the streets, garbage strewn
walking this self destructive,
road of ruin
Nameless book, running ink
alphabetic blood,
staining fingers black

At the crumbling curb,
cars honking displeasure
the weather takes its turn,
beating down gravity,
sheeting vengeful spit,
such nonjudgmental,
acerbic wit...

Mathiasthom
written 3/22/08

prompt:

'A ventriloquist who lost their voice'

Anti-word bank -
sound, voice, ventriloquist, audience, sad, puppet, doll, music,
sight, feel, tongue, lost, gain, vocal, I.

This was supposed to be an entry for a rounds contest that I recently
was eliminated from...

I thought it was an interesting poem, so here it is...