Drawing and photo by Emily Metcalf
Orion
I found this poem on a small pad in my pen box, written almost a year ago and forgotten.
Dancing partners ejaculate on the strings of the marionettes,
Patterns of jugular icicles mutate with the sun's oralation.
Announcements of kinds of jellyfish in my ears...
My nose growing to a tune of Handel.
Nonetheless, Orion is bright and bubblegum stretches Saturn's immensity into my room,
And around the dishes.
My book "Glass Slippers: A Journey of Mental Illness" is now available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble online. You can also contact me directly at [email protected] Follow me on Instagram for writings @moonflickerstone or check out my Blog, www.welcometothegrit.squarespace.com
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