Tuesday, March 22, 2011

i am fury



i am fury
incarnate

a fortnight
is eternity
when i'm aroused
or provoked

i am present

i'll parade
swirling
for as long as
i've chosen

i scour
élan
& sanctum
alike

gallivant
with chumps
whose bravado
i cozen

they will embrace me
and i shall feign
love for them

drain every droplet
of life
from their
spine

leave
their lips
crusted

hearts
pockmarked

how
souls are made
barren
as parched desert
dust

amber
and
rust

why sand
is skin toned
awash
with fragments
of shattered
bone

i have arrived

i'll depart
when i want
more.




6 comments:

orfeenix said...

I respect the musical effect of short sentences, be furious in the desert helps to be wise in the city.

Wine and Words said...

Ominous. Darker than usual. I feel right at home.

forgetmenow said...

*wild applause*

this passionate rave is awesome, noxy! rhythm drives it, yes, like the Furies ...

wondered about ending it with "more"
on a separate line

because want is ambiguous and maybe weaker than the total assertion going on here ... just a-wondering

this leaves me kind of breathless in its rush ... superb!

Noxalio said...

Shell, like so? ... mmm, nice touch (as always) ...

missed you ... everything good over there?

forgetmenow said...

yes, just like that, but only if you like it too lol

i'm fine, just losing track of losing time ... something's going on with hours but i haven't figured out what, due to constant running late *humph

Noxalio said...

yes Shell, i thought "losing track of losing time" was my own, private specialty ... something else in common, it seems .. ha ha ... (wait, i gotta run, i'm late as usual:)