Breath so again

Again. The waterboarding
I’m half way across a street
the wet rag tight against my face
rapid concaves between my lips
muting my sodden reverse scream

Again. The starving beast in my chest
tears a tasty shred of lung
he twists, growls
his intensity like my own

The cliff I climb on the flat pavement
is so high so far so again
I snarl at the again of it
ready to rip off a piece of my own
Sisyphian lung


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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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