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500
My 500th Vocal Story Although this is a slight cop-out, I am writing a much bigger and more important piece, but I didn't want it to mark my 500th story on Vocal. So I have decided to write a butterfly cinquain to mark the occasion to just say why I am still writing on Vocal and to thank all my friends in the Vocal Facebook groups that I will list at the end who have given me love and encouragement continuously to keep writing both poetry and prose. Thank you so much, my friends.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
The Saint Below
The Saint BelowAbusing my joke—pulling darker than humor, again, in loops. A habit. Chosen. Not slipping—cutting. Let’s have a great boost— or crack the ceiling and call it sky. Not trading shoes. Not Suzy. Not Sandra. Nobody walks this floor but me. Even I hesitate. We crash corners, spit, glow lo— still up. Free verse. Key forms. Doors—forced. Hope— where walls forgot windows. Cosmos— wrong hole again. Fall > arrival. Rabbit? Home? Doc? Miss the question. Lust— still here. Same hunger. New address. Nine loaded— ozone sealed. No exit upward. Contained. Contained again. Elder. Raised early. Wisdom—heavy. Spent young. I’m creepy. Known before said. Maze—mine. Walls—answer back. You don’t get me. Keep it that way. Funny— until it fractures. Trigger. Traps. Cards. Joke dies fast. Joker— must laugh. Reflex. Hands— remember. Skin stores memory. Blue sweat. Swear— swallow it. Deformity— kept. Payback / paycheck. Same act— split value. Ace. Held. No steps. Only print. Marks— left deeper than intent. Doors— slam inward. Don’t look. Not in your flesh. Not yours to map. Cracks— no airbag. Mid-fall. Protection—dropped. Hashtag— dash > sentence. Symbol > speech. Pen signs. Piece given. Slam. Drift. Slither. Never clean. Same place— wrong light. Shades— collapse to chance. Out / in— no border. Black blood— circulates. A son— misses me. Born quiet. Still reaching. No skips. Everything counted. Depth— needs distance. Too close—collapse. I give back— bad. Return stains. Badges— worn. Displayed. Moon— spells slime. Records don’t lie. Sun— spelled back. Lineage marked. Angel— scarred. Flight— cut but present. Good / devil— watched. No side taken. Upward— no waiting. No ceremony below. Prayer— empty gesture. Hands still fold. We parted. Clean break. One of me— hunts. Tracks internal. Justice— kills itself. Silver handshake. Agreement dressed sharp. Face— silly. Mask slips. Language— compressed. Heat— makes form. Sinter. Infinite— in precision. Held tight. Desirable density. Call of destiny. Weight—wanted. Bottom—reversed. Summit. Desirable density. Call. Summit. Ritual. Again. Whole— consuming. No peace. Only intake. Consistency— hollowed. Shell stands. Inside moves. Sergeant— destroys first. Order through break. Cure— quiet. Barely heard. Dawn knight. Between— exact. Not balance— tension held. Presence— pressure. Felt before seen. Room shifts. Destruction— incoming. Sensed early. Light— enters bone. No surface. Muscle learns. Echo— Universe returns. Saint of Hades. Both held. No apology. Nemesis. Response. Not origin. Sisyphus. Stone— necklace. Weight— worn. Choice— claimed. Change it. Replace it. Same stone. New meaning. Loop— not imposed. Held. Owned. Chosen. Again. Again. Again. Until it fits. Until it shines. Until it answers back. The loop— mine. Choice.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH7 months ago in Poets
