Tell the Story Challenge

Silent Hour

As my dear friend Bojana Stojcic said, damn those challenges! I wasn’t planning on writing anything today, but she made me change my mind. So, in response to her photo prompt, here I go.

bojama challenge

When you thought you met the Muses, but it was Witches

When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Macbeth (I, i, 1-2)

In bars

drooling beggars starve

for drunken sweet strangers

to see them as stars

*

They say: ‘Can I buy you a drink?’

And: ‘Shit – I’m weak to your magic’

Easy to lure in alleyways

for a shocking discharge

*

Seduction overflow

turns to poems on the necrotic beauty of snow

some worse than others

*

Our tongues

bear fruit for writers obscene

emptying their cocksure intestines

On paper sheets

lines as profound as

‘pleasure is a cheap pump’

*

Later they beg to meet again

in thunder…

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