By Martin Schwarz
PROMPT—No one noticed ...
Nauseous without a cause
Anxious for your applause
On a bed infested with mice
Picking on my toes
Red poppy by my head
Put coins on my eyes
Ship me off to the stage
For I have wars to wage
A gentle radiance
From a ceiling urchin's shell
Preserves me from decay
Embalmed I am safe
A vortex descends on me
Of shrapnel and hopelessness
Yet a hunger in my spine
Hauls me from the afterlife
Born in hail
Tundra around
Holy land
Arcing light
Sullen heart
In a rib cage of rebars
Feathered darts
Try to numb me
But I pull them out
And break them and bash them
And stomp them to pieces
Hush now
The sheer stress of the shear stress grinds me
Finely
Martin Schwarz is a young author whose drawer supply of poems has outgrown its dimensions, so he decided to start sending them around. Since his job in bio-medicine is very evidence-based and scientific, he ventilates by writing poems and rock songs and by singing in the choir of Prague's RockOpera. Martin writes from Praha, Prague.
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