MAD RAVINGS
Down my mangled mind
You haunt the reaches
Of each tear
Each cut
Each bruising wound
You force the memories
Down my mangled breast
Your shrieking breath awaits
Scorching wind
Fireball
Down my mangled hip
I fear your wrath
Judgment
Punishing, blistering fright
Sentence
Down my mangled thigh
You ease up
Chill
Relax
It’s cool
I try
Down my mangled foot
We start again
Hold me close
Loop back
To that stained mind
That grey cut
That unforgettable dismal place
Open, sucking torment
In the Beginning by C.F. Joyce 
I love your poetry
and will collaborate
but at a different level
as I will elaborate.
I want our minds
and bodies to meet
just to share a bottle wine
at a cafe on the street.
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Poet to poet
I choose my words
Each syllable
For joy
For anguish
For fear
For loathing
And somehow loop back
To joy
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This container
is not a restrainer,
for love will sustain her
for life’s remainder.
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