Syd

Pound of Flesh

Plucking words with precision
Laying them out on the screen 
Nurturing and comforting
Like sweet cotton candy daydreams

Relentlessly writing about oneself 
Raw emotions and the pain they bring
Like a tattoo artist practicing 
Using the last space on his limbs

Loosening the leash on verses
Running wild without control 
Fibre optic nerve endings protruding 
Like an extension of one\'s soul

Poems can be picked apart and dissected 
Or overlooked on the shelf
Sharing work can be like sharing needles
Detrimental to one\'s health

Have respect for fellow artists 
See how their cogs and gears mesh
They\'ve bared their teeth
And exposed their soul...

They\'ve paid their pound of flesh