by Bill Yarrow
Alone in the arms of amorpheus
I battle banal demons
who sit like grease
inside my blood
Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please!
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This poem was published in MiPOesias.
Thanks, Didi Menendez.
No Hay Bandaid" is a play on "No Hay Banda" from Mullholland Drive.
"No Hay Bandaid" appears in THE VIG OF LOVE (Glass Lyre Press, 2016).
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great! *
*, Bill. A great close to an exceptional poem.
Beautiful close. *
*Every line.*
The "stained-glass soul"
What a lovely image.
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"As the stained-glass soul emerges from a covered bridge
it is chased by a yowling mutt
toward a nest of sleeping wasps
We have to mend the fences
whether they're broken or not"
Insurrectionary!
I battle banal demons
who sit like grease
inside my blood
Wow.*
Thank you, Jerry, Arturo, David, Rachna, Nonnie, Erika, Reva, and Tim!
who sit like grease
inside my blood
One of my favorites in your book. ***
Thank you, Jamal and Charlotte!
All of it, wow!
Thanks, Kitty!