Your eyes are no
longer dry
and the smell
of mixed earth
with blood hangs
around you.
You’re done-
-M. Taggart
Tag: earth
dearest
Rest your head on my shoulder said the Sun.
I’ll wipe away your tears said the Moon.
We’ll sleep forever whispered Mother Earth.
-M. Taggart
poem – to hell with rules
when no one’s there to pour a sonnet down your throat
easing your expressions of pain as your scorching metallic rage
sets itself against its blade-
wait
shiver first with an angle and propel thy teeth against a hue from the heavens
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-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
more poems
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/category/poem/
more odd writing
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2017/09/28/odd-walking-thoughts-dont-keep-up/
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