Five to Life
By Sherrie Gonzales-Kolb
Prison is your
drink of choice.
Lap it up, like
a dying drunk,
cirrhotic and
stupid,
brain cells dead
as toes tagged
in morgues,
cold and blue.
Five years have
passed,
and still you
lick the festering
wound,
bacteria swirling
in your saliva,
infection
resurrected
each year,
as your heart
lies rotting
in your
hands.
This is a very powerful poem, Sherrie, very powerful. I love this kind of poetry because unfortunately anger, frustration and pain have a ghostly beauty when shared.
ReplyDeleteIt's a bit preachy, I think, Mike. I wrote it about a person I know who has been grinding an ax for too many years. I hate to see someone stuck in his/her anger. It's a huge waste of time and energy.
ReplyDeleteI tried to follow the rhythm of an erratic heartbeat. My husband said that the dissonance bothered him at first, but then he started to "hear" the heartbeat, and he loved it.
I so appreciate your presence and Angie's presence here. You both add so much to the site. Here's hoping we can get a few other great writers and seekers of knowledge to sign up.
I absolutely love this Sherrie. I don't find it preachy. I particularly like the visual and visceral way you express what you see/feel about this person.
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