Poetry ~ I Feel Therefore I Am

Patricia Elwood

I feel therefore I am

Black, tail feathers and pitchfork horns

Sequinned wings too cosmetic for flight.

The masochists paddle flogs flesh torn.

Aromatic candles flicker to sputtering light

Dancing in paradox 'pon pallor faces evoking night.

The oak, acorn born is a burning effigy

Milked to cindered ash that chokes the breeze

And masks the penitent man hanging from the blood tree

Shrouded now in apathy. A parlour trick tease

Warring with distilled, golden bibes to please

And patch, a temporary cure. While fallen fools in fortune find

Freedom in shackles and pleasure in pain.

Feeling, the goal of modern paralysis of the mind

While less sentient organs spurt and writhe for physical gain

But in oversized coffins we sleep alone and desire's

Surging yokes, crippling, remain.

Published by Patricia Elwood

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