November 20, 2017
"Mes de los Muertos"


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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