The Giant

Blake C. Patria By Blake C. Patria, 16th Sep 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

He savored the sight of me for so long, like a glass of fine wine, that I could count his teeth among the receipts.

Singing and

waiting in the giant's fist
my stomach growling
as old receipts
from giant markets
poor from his mouth
like leaves,
and I don't want
to be devoured
hungry.

The leaves fall
like marbles
drumming on
the carpet floor
sort of an hourglass
for the coming winter,
draping us in
a blanket of leaves
before we suffocate
in a blanket of snow,

and the giant raises me
to his cold mouth,
his breath with no odor,
but the cold stillness
of winter,
the receipts issuing forward
like leaves
like leaves
like leaves,
and my stomach
growls

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Autumn, Blake C Patria, Blake Sidewalker, Food, Giant, Poesy, Poetry, Winter

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author avatar Blake C. Patria
My name is Blake C. Patria. I am a musician, a writer, a philanthropist, a philosopher, etc. I enjoy science and its fictions. I also enjoy philosophy and Punk Rock. My work will tell more :)

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author avatar Utah Jay
18th Sep 2014 (#)

This was better than good...Loved it. The last line nailed it for me.

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