“A King Amongst Men” by Jonathan Pettyjohn

Dying in the tall rain,
a monarch stands among them all.

His eyes are red,
his brain is fogged,
and in it forms this crying thrall, dying in the tall rain.

Of course,
in his brain,
This all is false to him,
Dying in the tall rain.

The world begins to set,
Of course,
in this drain.

To him is all,
peaceful one.

To him is all a golden sun.

 

Photograph made available by O12 via Unsplash

“<less than thr3" by Jonathan Pettyjohn

Breath in and out.

and like that (it’s here)

[[Pound] And]

Breathe.

(questioning)

[[Pound] And]

Out.

(denouncing)

[[Pound] And breathe.]

[[Pound] And out.]

(question question question question)

[[Pound] Breathe. And out.]

[[Pound] Breathe. And out.]

(denounce denounce denounce denounce)

Pound breathe And out Pound breathe And out Pound breathe And out Pound breathe And out

sweating tensing pausing not to breathe and [[Pound And Pound And Pound And]] out and

Breathe. [[Pound] And]

Out. [[Pound] And]

is it still there

(it is still there)

Breathe. [[Pound] And]

Out. [[Pound] And]

catching clawing fading falling

[[Pound And Pound And Pound And

silently slipping slowly (swiftly) [soundlessly screaming]]]

[[Pound And Pound And Pound And

(floating up and away) breathing once again]]

Breathe. [[Pound.] Out. And.]  Breathe. [[Pound.] Out. And.]

(silence again) inside and outside, are you still there, (no answer) is fine

Breathe.

[[Pound.]

Out.

And.]

Breathe.

[[Pound.]

Out.

And.]

We shouldn’t hide. it shouldn’t be here. Spirits aren’t meant to (live in fear)

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

 

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