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The bone gull dances over the shore,
And I pull my heart out
From the jawbones of the sky,
Ice-rimmed and fiercely brittle
In my dripping hands,
My fingers broken by hope,
And shadow stained nails
Clutch at a scalding vodka soul.
And behind my hair-run-ragged,
A broken door gapes wide,
And the wounded shack sulks, silently,
Waiting to cradle
The heart that I pulled
From the clenched jaw of the skies,
But the sky pulled back
On my tender dream of meat.
Stretched tendons and bloody drops
Run out into the iron froth,
Marring the sparks of weeping eyes
And turning the blood aside to flood
The iron-blind tarmac street.
And I pull my heart out
From the jawbones of the sky,
Ice-rimmed and fiercely brittle
In my dripping hands,
My fingers broken by hope,
And shadow stained nails
Clutch at a scalding vodka soul.
And behind my hair-run-ragged,
A broken door gapes wide,
And the wounded shack sulks, silently,
Waiting to cradle
The heart that I pulled
From the clenched jaw of the skies,
But the sky pulled back
On my tender dream of meat.
Stretched tendons and bloody drops
Run out into the iron froth,
Marring the sparks of weeping eyes
And turning the blood aside to flood
The iron-blind tarmac street.
But it is an attempt to take some of what I admire about my sister's poetry - the fierceness, the standing of lyrics on their own without feeling compelled to match them into rhymes and shape the sentences...
And her poetry is very much influenced by Tom Waits, who is a very very good - and quite individual - songwriter...
Closest poem up online to what I mean is Grief
It's been sitting in the document that I put all the feature thumbs in, and I wrote it while waiting for the internet to unfreeze in between digging in galleries.
Decided I should post it, and tidied the last lines a bit more, as they were the weakest, today.
And her poetry is very much influenced by Tom Waits, who is a very very good - and quite individual - songwriter...
Closest poem up online to what I mean is Grief
It's been sitting in the document that I put all the feature thumbs in, and I wrote it while waiting for the internet to unfreeze in between digging in galleries.
Decided I should post it, and tidied the last lines a bit more, as they were the weakest, today.
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It's a bit repetitive and I think it tries too hard.