I'm a bit late, but I think I'll manage.
Anyway, here's my thread. I'm going to try some mixed styles this month, maybe even throw in a few rhyming pieces. Let me know if you see anything worthwhile. Most of it will probably be babble in a wierd combination of prose and poetry. Whenever I'm not feeling particularly creative, I kinda downshift into this nonsensical poetic limbo.
Bear with me.
April 1
The King Of Hearts
Royal corpses are placed on the table,
bodies bent, dog-eared, and creased with veiny
fingers of worry.
Their visages are blank.
Cemented into a perpetual poker face.
There are four bodies.
First,
spear-headed by the finely cut facets
of a diamond, iridescent with crimson.
Second,
butchered, with stringy muscles laid bare
greased red by a shovel, razor-edged.
Third,
with crumpled limbs like spider’s legs
bruised and broken by a club.
Fourth,
Tragic. Most tragic. Dead,
killed by a broken heart, leaking life like oil from an engine.
(viscous
blue-blood-turned-black
droplets staining like red wine
eating ragged holes in the table.)
There are four kings.
This hand dealt is a tragedy
worthy of Shakespearean note.
Royal corpses placed on the table
Snapped down with finality (owner flashing inscisors)
four of a kind. King of diamonds, king of spades, king of clubs,
and a lifeless king of hearts.
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