Wait For It

The algorithmic
embankments approaching dry
patches of pale skin
hound their way throughout years of
chattering teeth turned
viscous, deadly memories.

Inside a house of
writhing ricocheted anthems
lives the oldest child you know…

© Christopher Rupley 2016

(This is a Choka, and it stems from a group of Eastern forms of poetry called Waka. The syllable count is 5-7-5-7-5-7…5-7-7).

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