Shim Bam Bo

[antman]

My pen feels like a maul.
My fingers burden to
dare strike a blow,
to wit my empty room
where naked walls blister.

I weep for an alibi as if
it wasn’t me.

Dusty grey proceeds
before eyes that played;
The amber dawn will never
sweep away, forever young.

Maybe, if you were here
I’d have remembered it (like a kiss.)

Dare I strike the sheet to rock?
Maybe Katrina would understand
and show me how to cut the levy ,
how to beak, how to crush,
how to…despair .

Now, I’ve heard the raven’s caw echo
down that old street reflecting

Autumn at the door.



antman
09:29:09

[mfwilkie]

Anthony, How about trying another definition of maul to move your opening?

Something like:

My pen and I are stiff
as if we'd been mauled
and left to recover
in a room of blistered walls.

The alibi weeping isn't believable.

Do I dare remember your kiss?
Dare I strike sheet to rock?

Maybe Katrina would understand
and show me how to cut the levy ,
how to break, how to crush, how to…
despair.

I’ve heard the raven’s caw echo
down a decaying street; Autumn

is at the door.

Round file what doesn't work for you.


Maggie