Human tentacles suction each other, leaving ink for memory.
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
Thirty pounds of lush plush sedate my body. Heat waves across my skin.
I saw art today. The beauty circulated blood that had clotted.
Revelations it was. Igniting ancestral planes, thawing black ice.
An eye emerges like a thought A slither of an idea That bubbles into something more A reddish orange hugging a Yellow that's yellower than the yellowest yellow
The wind never let me be still I swayed - The kids stepped on me I drooped - The squirrels scurried across me I dangled
I have known nothing but this Its' projections manipulate my vision A companion that lives to reminisce - It is a perpetual deafening, convulsing hiss
The wind is whimsical A flittering breeze scoops up leaves They swirl in a slow jazz paced tsunami of Bulbous Browns, Robust Reds,
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
Dark shrouds eyes, moon climbs. Dimmer every night. Shadows congeal to give chase.
By Jada Ferguson5 months ago in Poets
Summoned to the blues Suckling at dexterity Tasting other worlds
All Every bit of a thing the pebble to the caterpillar the candy bar rapper to the ant who lost its' colony - All the bits of the things
Fiction quivers at reality's cruelty, the monsters are all real.
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
