Sugar Left

Sugar Left short poem

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All those empty spaces on the floor are the signs
A chess game run too long
There are the rooks hung
On the bare bricks
For weeks I’m
Drinking dark rum until
Blood is the flavor of the back
Of the throat
And fire
A processional through the innards
Not trying to forget trying to destroy caring
Buzzing green fly
Smack it to the open window
Bar and lock it
Footfalls on the bare floor sweat sticky say Sugar
Even the mirror calls for a return
Defies the horror show
Crepuscular eyes of any shade
Woodsmoke white to evening fog
Bloodless nose hanging limp
Teeth fallen
Ah god Sugar
You had to leave the stereo
But take the music

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

Is it pain or relief, her leaving the stereo, music reference is beautiful.


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