Saturday, November 30, 2013

Jeremiah Walton- A Poem


I’ve found apathy under my scalp
harboring a dagger.
Mouth is whetstone.
Tongue is splinter
covered in paper cut. 
Gun is hole capped pocket.
I am kite full of whiskey,
caught in own tail,
too pathetic to find new lips.
That is a metaphor for suicide.
(That was not insult to your intelligence.
I'm just imagery laden and tired.)
The magnitude
of your individual existence
is a seismograph

BIO:  Jeremiah Walton is 18, was raised in N.H., and is currently traveling cross country.  He manages W.I.S.H. Publishing, The Traveling Poet, Nostrovia! Poetry, and is an editor for UndergroundBooks.  Jeremiah blogs at Gatsby's Abandoned Children, where most of his collections are available free.

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