Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Fevers

a vexatious mood
carved from my own flesh
creates symphonic
melodramas from
nerves taut with fevers
from exotic rum
drank from life's chalice
continuous strum

a puppet with strings
tempers orchestrate
dances hedonic
as my body swings
like a pendulum
iridescent pings
left wanting a hum
in place of the drum

2 comments:

  1. i got the fever...gotta watch that exotic rum you know...smiles.

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  2. This one really SPEAKS to me! I think it's the cadence.

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