Scorch Marks: Prose Poem
Thursday Hybrid Prompt: pictures of pain
Invalid fire poised on precipice of the poem — the searing journal casting long rays over short pages — staggering the drag-limp fixture returns unannounced to cripple days of being mostly kind of sort of facing the inclement sparks — tardy translations — so much ash in all the gaps —
where are you going though? — making it from the living room to the kitchen requires a chart a special match to get the internal combustion revving enough to scale the 14 steps of Hel and the handbasket that comes with it — carrying too much too much in the way of escape but leaving the site is imperative — for the moment —
plagiarism marks burning dysfunction open-heart anti-anesthesia and the sensations that do return — another fiery dawn waking but buried in blued eyes that stumble to the chaise that start down the stairs only to hop back up into recline — without much energy —
dysmorphic attention — who the fuck is this — and the temptation to falter becomes the m.o. for the day — timing the world by the next nap even when nothing happens in between — nothing…
J.D. Harms 2022
Prompt:
I hope you’ll forgive yet another poem geared towards pain. ’Tis a frequent inspiration, though, when one has a…
