NaPoWriMo 2010: Picture © Sergio A. Ortiz, April , 2010
The Need for Thumbs
We've already spent too many
late afternoons creating a town
full of exquisite corpses.
What we really need is a new
Visa card. One we can access
without thumbs.
We're flat, our mouths are full of
halcyon holidays and losing horses.
Two in the third, one the fifth.
Everything's falling from us,
kindness, pieces of our nose.
Not even sugar crystals
can fix these fallen rings.
We're dead and cannot smile
because the sky for us is silence.
The sound of jazz comes
from the blood melted
on what's left of our eyelids.
© Sergio A. Ortiz, May 7, 2010
Sergio,
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is very intense...powerful poem
Thank you Delunalore! Thank you!
ReplyDeletei loved the theme and the subtlety with which you have used such powerful lines.
ReplyDeleteAnkur Shrivastava
Nice theme. I loved the subtlety with which you used such powerful expressions. Thought provoking indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnkur Srivastava
Thank you Ankur, I really appreciate your encouragement!
ReplyDeleteSergio