•··^v··• we said never again •··v^··•


August 8 by The Running Son


 •··^v· we said never again·v^··


Never again
this family, so compacted,
contracting in dark matters and play acting
with gravity, laughing until each collapses in,
creating orbits that displace nearby crescented objects.

Never again
this clever fashioning of
children into men’s dreams, then outsourcing:
befriending gatekeepers armored for weather
genetically farmed to fall or spring temperately and feathered.

Never again
this state of the state.
Impatiently we hear drums, never learned
to wait, nation of shifting mind states startled
awake by twin planes, explaining rising heart rates.

Never again
this sin, contracted from
some third or fourth generation’s reveling
in freedoms to prolong non-porous skin
and bucket kicking, while listing reasons to continue existing.

Never again
these body toxins. Systems,
shocked into springing up octaves dreaming,
prefer clean sleep and clear blood paths to craft
new cells, and attack twin hells: dull eyes. Bottomless wells.

Written for:http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/07/daily-prompt-never-2/

by Jim Aldrich (:


All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.


3 thoughts on “•··^v··• we said never again •··v^··•

  1. […] love to write with Jim from The Running Father Blog .. he takes a duet to a million places,.. enjoying this piece over and over […]

  2. Brilliantly done. Thank you for sharing!! 🙂

  3. Ar Vhee says:

    This is intense and I like the repetition of ‘never again’.
    I love how the poem portrayed the emotion brilliantly

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