The Black Sail Part 1

by yokomolotov

The Black Sail Part 1

 

 

a Black Flight of

swollen tonsil

busy convincin’

the demon to leave

the throat

failing of the

Black Halo

corrupt

 

the world of hot neon lines

pickin’ up

Discardin’ the ones I don’t

need

weaving a poem with Black Hands

a nest

someone has opened The Black Sail

and spilled the dye

The sky a closed mouth

Black Damp

 

lungs heavy to hang

found sorrow in short hand

some sad Morse code

bury the Black Book and the Black Box

place all my words

down with me in the final Black Room

 

an itch that’s made

it’s home so deep

a fungal sternum cut and a

cough, a metronome

shrinking from the SHOUT of the Black Sail

started on the rim of madness

Open

Like third kingdom’s gills

sail Flight and Halo

All Black as shadow laid

To defeat

Two days at White Sea

Let my words

Let ‘em shine