~Hanging the Hook~

By WordWulf, 4th Feb 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/4w5xsfpf/
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~ She had smiling eyes~just enough flesh there where a man might die for a kiss to dare~hollow chin~raised throat~ah then swallow me death’s face~life a cloak~just refuse to be~

~Hanging the Hook~

We should learn to gauge the muse. This is a tool I use: seated upon my throne, I glance down between my legs. The bathroom linoleum, its chaotic random patterns lure me into a space just outside intentional focus. So invited I choose to accept the floor mural faces whom never kiss and tell. They do defy reason with an inclination to embrace madness. This hook I never refuse as I rush to my desk,
wonder what I was in there for. It took me half a century to discover the brain bowl of most others is not full of bloody singers, a symphony of the damned, a mute choir thrashing. Come awake and sing us, sing us. You are insignificant, your attempt to sleep a vile insult.

She had smiling eyes, just enough flesh there where a man might die for a kiss to dare. Hollow chin, raised throat, ah then swallow me death’s face, life a cloak, just refuse to be. She likes the black car
whose driver slips between the wires, lights her cigarette, makes a noose of her sex, ties her to the bumper with promises, drags her through a life of lies.

Tom (WordWulf) Sterner

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WordWulf
Tom Sterner lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His interne...(more)