Some folks cower with dead
moths in closets of rooms dark
as a coal mine as the witching
hour calls for a Pandora’s box
of beasts to slither from beneath
a bed rollicking like a ghost
ship adrift in a storm fueled
by sins of emotional turbulence.
Some folks revel in dark
hearts with an offbeat rhythm
of woe is me unrolling a touch
not as Midas conjuring gold
but as a grouser extending
misery to all who dare
come near the ravaged
sphere of personal space.
Some folks dwell neither
in chambers of fear or self-pity,
but dance, with a honed edge
of ebony soul tattooing skin,
bleeding a palette of colors bold
in luster to jam all night to get
the right shade of light to motor
through the ashes of Paris till dawn.
moths in closets of rooms dark
as a coal mine as the witching
hour calls for a Pandora’s box
of beasts to slither from beneath
a bed rollicking like a ghost
ship adrift in a storm fueled
by sins of emotional turbulence.
Some folks revel in dark
hearts with an offbeat rhythm
of woe is me unrolling a touch
not as Midas conjuring gold
but as a grouser extending
misery to all who dare
come near the ravaged
sphere of personal space.
Some folks dwell neither
in chambers of fear or self-pity,
but dance, with a honed edge
of ebony soul tattooing skin,
bleeding a palette of colors bold
in luster to jam all night to get
the right shade of light to motor
through the ashes of Paris till dawn.
Tony Pena was selected as 2017-2018 Poet Laureate for the city of Beacon, New York. A new volume of poetry and flash fiction, "Blood and Beats and Rock n Roll," is available now at Amazon. He also has a self published chapbook, "Opening night in Gehenna." His publication credits include “Chronogram,” "Dogzplot," "Gutter Eloquence," “Hudson Valley Transmitter,” "Red Fez," "Slipstream," "Underground Voices," "Zygote in my Coffee," and others.
Colorful compositions and caterwauling with a couple of chords can be seen at:
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