Quilted Bucket
In a quest for confusion, where do you fit in poetically?
Flog me with a thesaurus
until I cry distant relative
in theory
I’m weary and my vision is blurry
from the flurry
of anecdotes
thrown in the form of
quotes
played like notes
on a scale
with the weight of
a whale
Hey no hay! and no bale
and no bucket
take out a poet bottle
and suck it
for milk while the congregation
stitches
a quilt with unforeseen precisions
at the speed of submission
I scratch my scalp…
decisions… decisions…
and now I’m used
and now I’m confused
forlorn horns
back me up in my blues
not like Louis.. my arm ain’t strong
yet
but it won’t be long
bet
stop watching the clock
tick tock…
I’m the ghost of a Glock….
I’m the ghost of a Glock….
wrong finger twitching
scratched ’til I’m itching
to write what is wrong
to not go along, blind
from the onslaught
like lambs that are store bought
served on pale platters
with a side of gray matters
spilled here before you
trying to get through
to let me get to you
in hopes I can fit
somewhere in this sh*t
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Stitching to Dye in Quilt Art (Hardcover) $20.2 Illustrated with finished quilt art as well as drawing and illustrations of the methods, this book covers fabrics and thread; dyeing methods, including techniques for the bucket or washing machine and exercises; and embellishment, incorporating beads, … |