Tourniquet Poem by Jeffrey Quattlebaum

Tourniquet
Red face district
Worm Buffet
Like Broadway
Children don’t understand
But all
The parents
Cry
Like a sound
Only dogs hear
I wait
And more then likely
It will be forever

Where only blue
Laughter
Gives way to colorless grunts
And moans
Tales of decadent
Clean shirt
Pencil lickers
And a dirty waitress
Daydream

Where no one needs
A face
Or a shoulder
Or showers
Of transparent
words
Of fairy tales
And teeth
Somewhere
Between heaven
And some kind
Of hell

O! Breath of a maiden
A kiss
Like a bee sting
A beating
Heart of lonely
Roads and empty
Bottles of charisma