#amwriting #poem #poetry #sketchbook poems should be growled

Poems should be growled on the flexible
stone tongues of kings. Each voiced syllable
drenched in wine and heart stopped beer.
The coated soul, more brown
than fingers burned to the line's end
and the darted eye crusted in corners
picked clean by nails that pick the teeth.

Put on your dress.
Put on the jingled bangles, and dance.

And come, and come, to the water's edge
where the drum and the word hang like phlegm.
Come, sweet pretty things, come...