Poem: Albatross

 

Albatross

 

pain crept low,

bent like a thief, an ESP spoon,

a supplicant spine.

the only way out

suffered the same old cul de sac:

a theater of crucial neurons,

stricken amid the collective blob,

and wailing to ensure

the whole behaved badly,

heart-laden.

certain memories

flared more than the rest,

so a buckled upper chin implied.

such sweet innocent misdeeds,

they taunted, orbited,

bright as joy,

pure in revolve as a wedding ring--

and yet calamitous,

destined to constrict.

as a result,

when the blob talked,

or mainly texted,

the words flung cruel,

birthing braids of hurt snakes,

which struggled, wriggled,

clumped among torn hair.

they fizzled that way,

latched together,

till limp.

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10/31  "which" replaces  "that"

10/30 significant changes later in the day