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in honor of this rattling

my brain is a touch mixed up tonight, and when i finally sat down to write this is what came out. not pretty, perhaps a bit cliche, but i still rather like it.


these old bones
shutter deep and rattle low against my spine
jiggle against my ribs like fingers dancing
on. the tight drum-skin of my heart.
these old bones
groan for starlight, firelight, the creaking
aspens in a high cold wind. a chance
to howl at the moon.
these old bones
ache stiff from sitting too still. thinking
of that which was and will be.
they ache for the now.
these old bones
wonder as they pulse against my skull and i
feel stiff and old and out of date
when i sit inside looking out.



( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 1st, 2010 01:05 am (UTC)
Lovely :-)

And for the record, not cliche. Very much not so.
Feb. 1st, 2010 01:30 am (UTC)
:) Thank you!
Feb. 3rd, 2010 09:51 pm (UTC)
You're welcome. Now take off that tag that says "bad poetry!" I just noticed that. Fail!
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