Volt Puppet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by hullabaloo22

My latest craft!

Volt puppet 

How long is the chord that powers your limbs 

And how many hours were lost to your whims

While you danced and crackled and twisted midair

Strung up by lightning, with blades in your hair 

 

The steel chord is thrumming and spooling 

Taut with the lunacy of your own self fooling

What harm is a current to a thing with steel joints?

What’s the use of blood when you’re made of weak points?

 

Tethered  and sparking, powered by friction

Anchored to a dream of thriftbare fiction 

There’s no real thought cast toward the master

A game of puppets is down to who’s faster

 

While working for oil and hardware with toil

You’ve sweat and pissed acid into the soil 

Careening frames that splutter into flames 

Are always accounted in a marionette’s game


Submitted: December 05, 2020

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hullabaloo22

Brilliant rhythm that really compliments your words.

Mon, December 7th, 2020 7:54pm

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Thanks a million Hully! Always appreciate feedback

Tue, December 8th, 2020 11:07am

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