October 22, 2018


Comma Thoughts


Comma Thoughts

Let your guts twist and shout,
shrivel inside out,
flip the record over
and pull up the curtains.

Cough up afternoon dust.
I tried to scream. All I heard were
bird chirp battles and
dogs barking across the street.

The mailman's pill-bottle rattles,
beatboxes to the hissing exhaust pipe organ,
heard three miles out.

I turned off my head,
plugged it into the charger
and let battery acid leak
all over the floor.

This young comma needs to sleep,
and throw a Z or three to the clouds,
perhaps tonight.

Article © Alyssa Trivett. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-11-13
Image(s) are public domain.

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