Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The King


The king whispers to me
things only I can hear.

when my medication runs out
when my medication runs out

The king blacks out faces
and tells me not to fear.

when my medication runs out
when my medication runs out

The king rides in my pocket
everywhere I go.

when my medication runs out
when my medication runs out

When the state shuts down the clinic,
the king is everything I know.

A Magpie Tale

20 comments:

Shawna said...

Love this. :) Oh, how that king doth speak.

Sylvia K said...

Terrific!

Richard Cody said...

The king is dead!

Trellissimo said...

Original idea, well worked out.

unsungpoet said...

This is interesting!

Fireblossom said...

Personally, I find this terrifying.

Daydreamertoo said...

Wow... glad I don't have a king like that.
Amazing write!

Christine said...

I fear the state more than the king right now.

Fred said...

Very nice. Love the repeating chorus, very nice. Thanks

ab said...

Yet another good reason to raise taxes!

This is the one you hope isn't true, but you know it is deep down, and it makes you want to lock the door. Nicely done :)

Caddoc Trellis said...

Somewhat scary...

Susie Clevenger said...

Haunting...with the repeated chorus I feel the desperation

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

"The King"... "medication"... Elvis?

Dave King said...

I was silently clapping hands in delight throughout.

Mary said...

Hopping the state won't shut down the clinic! Nice write.

Brendan said...

I'm shaking in my boots with FB -- this has a really black edge to it. Unless that king is a shaman, too. - Brendan

hedgewitch said...

Frightening real--the worst kind of horror.

Nanka said...

Haunting beauty and keeps recurring in the mind following stealthily!!

barbara said...

Neatly balanced between funny and frighteningly real. The patterns work a wonder.

Christine said...

I can only agree with the earlier comments. Poignant, to the point, well contained within the pattern of words.