A Curse Upon Myself

A Curse Upon Myself

 

 

May a tree grow

from the roof of my mouth.

Mice swim in my sink.

My thumbs drop out.

 

May we marry

your sister’s cooking.

Gather in clumps.

Throw glass

in a stone house.

 

Oh me is woe.

Have a mosquito

sing in my ear.

Stir my bitter coffee

with death’s finger.

See that I fall

into the cistern.

 

May my liquor

be watered with brine.

May weasels spit

on my plate of meat.

May a thorn fester.

 

Oh god of gods,

place my nethers

in the jaws of Cerberus.

A liberal dusting

of fine powder

over my lungs.

Put salt on my tongue.

 

For all that I’ve done,

have love find me.

 

Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a Pushcart nominee with over a thousand poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets (Silenced Press), ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’ (Cawing Crow Press) and ‘Like As If” (Pskis Porch), all available via Amazon.

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