Hello all,
I apologize for missing last week, I was swept up in the election that I stayed up far too late for. Anyway, this is a new week and this is a poem I wrote recently in a fit of profound anger brought upon by a feeling of helplessness, unrelated to election, believe it or not. It reminded me of the old days, so I wrote about it. Let me know what you think, if you decide to read it.
All the best,
JCO
The Summer Solstice in Solitary
Carving my thigh an apology did not evoke a thank you but scar tissue still sorry today. A faded hatred can sulk and soak the blood until an angry simmer brought to boil. A summer of sin and the din of death hanging in the air can get the blood pumping, legs loosing. If I stretch my legs, my tendons squeal and yearn for reawakening. And when the bubbling bloods froth from the mouth, a rabid self-denial is touch and go. Drooling truth, nostalgia creeps in as tremors standing hairs on end—like the static before the storm—a familiar electricity. It’s difficult to squirm in a colander-helmet sitting in an electric chair, but I’ve always been a deer in the headlights. Prions being prions, I’m chronically wasting away, anxious thunder thumping at the eardrums. The tell-tale signs of a heart beating the ears is the cauliflower they resemble. The thunder becomes deafening as the sun sets its deep ruby blush so that all I see is red. A tally-marked thigh counts down the days to a cold winter as the rain bears down in a trickle that will become a flood.
Jogging the Mind 