The Collar
by
William Robbins
copyright 08-07-2002
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Erasing
fairies
from my mirror’s dialogue,
I exercise my lungs
in exhausted futile chirps
that crave ecstasy.
Winter comes in tumultuous
waves
of frigid and frayed spine tentacles,
forming drifts of fear’s edifices,
which boil in my throat and stomach.
I button
a chase collar of design
over my quivering
and imagine a joust
between life
and fate,
while wearing a rusty, dented suit of armor
from bumping into the walls
within my mind.
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William, I really liked this one, especially these lines...'while wearing a rusty, dented suit of armor
from bumping into the walls
within my mind.'
My mind has no walls, but a million doors and rooms just waiting to be explored.
Nancy