Changeling Poem by Jay Alexander

Changeling

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they said change your life,
so he walked out a dark-night
among grunts, lights, fright,
objects which
would spontaneously ignite,
creatures which made bellicose howls,
crawled or slithered over themselves,
eyes like headlights,
heads lolling without respite,
their mouths furnaces
flung clicking
forked tongues,
and on their backs,
huge bat-wings slowly
flapped, moving the
humid clammy air;
he fled into a bar
packed with mutants,
swaying to electric music,
when a group
made a space around
one, dancing alone,
a narrow beam of green light,
shone on him,
caressed his body
then a motion
as clean as a knife
spliced him
from head to toe,
the two halves crashing
to the ground,
not a blood-drop spilt;
the crowd gasped,
bouncers appeared,
removed the
divided corpse.
the crowd relaxed, began
to dance and laugh;
he went to get a drink
when a hand grabbed
him by the throat,
and shoved his back
against the bar,
it was a woman
with flaming red hair
held by a bandana
and arms like steel;
she leaned against
him and growled:
" You're new here! ",
barely able to speak
he managed an:
" I came yesterday! "
" You mock me.
What's your poison? "
distracted by a mutant
she released her grip;
he made a bolt for it;
outside he breathed-in
the cool night air,
decided to go home,
for a change, and
write it all up.

Monday, May 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy
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