Impromptu Day 7

Simone Muench asked us to get autobiographical and write a cento that is a self-portrait, or anthology of our life, utilizing lines and fragments from our own work.


Out of a feverish imagination,
Acidic blood traces
Created by the friction between surge
Inside the wings of birds.

I invoke the demon’s name:
Shadows waiting to catch an eye and run to the light,
Assembling meth crystals on a chain.
[Only a way into forever.]

In a very raw and cloudy morning,
Finding green obligations to fulfil:
A panicking gold fish for a heart
In the shivers wreaking havoc on your skin.

Alcoholic rhymes and verses will be attempted
[Sharp words, sharper still memories]
While I promise to betray neither them nor you.
[None of this was ever meant to be.]