• clichepenname 30w

    Tethered to pellucid umbilical cords
    two kites hooked into my knuckles
    I galloped on a draconian track of time

    One coiled around me like a comforting snake
    Another glued to an incessant see-saw
    I held onto both as wrinkles licked my face

    Tranquility on my left, filled with kaleidoscopic rains
    coddled by silicone infused flesh
    I bathed in scented wine for eons

    On my right, a broken kite with friable reins
    right hand never had a full course meal
    feeding on scraps of others’ left overs

    I was Harvey Dent, harbinger of destiny’s turnstile
    flipping coins to choose right or left, never know which teleports you to platform 9 and three quarters

    Twirling ambivalent scimitars with my tongue
    I weighed pros and cons on a silver scale
    slashed affluence as it cursed at me in parseltongue

    The squall that over took me twisted me into origami
    A puppet for the violent comedy of nature and others
    Finally landed on a typewriter with stained paper

    So now I just abide my time
    With lines that sometimes rhyme
    Or maybe dabble in an alliterative haiku

    Across an abyss
    an albatross awakens
    awaits ascension

    Maybe I chose the correct kite
    Only my epitaph will tell you if I was right

    ©clichepenname

    #decisionmaking #wod #pod

    PROST. This poem sucks.

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    Maybe I chose the correct kite
    Only my epitaph will tell you if I was right

    ©clichepenname