These works by Kyle Bronsdon are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License unless otherwise stated.
Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available at https://kylebronsdon.com/licensing.
a sip of black coffee
a trace of ink in the skin
a taste of temptation
stopping short of the sin
a finger of whiskey
a puff of nicotine
the simple things in life are never
what they seem
luxurious poisons
to feel a little sting
and stir you
from the slumber
that living can bring
a cinch of the corset
a volt or two of shock
a stroke of radium on the hand of the clock
a drop of artemisia
through a slotted silver spoon
a kiss of death in the afternoon
luxurious poisons
to feel a little sting
and stir you from the slumber that living can bring
a nibble on the neck
a little chill in the room
a shard of the glass beneath the heel of the groom
a touch of injustice
a hair of despair
a spark of the hell said to burn down there
a whisper of conspiracy
a wink of dissent
a note of dissonance in the key of content
everything good hurts a little bit
everything delicious is dead
all the fabulous people are tactfully twisted
and we feel so alive when our blood runs red
with luxurious poisons
to feel a little sting
and stir you from the slumber that living can bring
the edge of the dose (a blot of mustard)
is the point of the blade (a crumb of cheese)
don’t forget to stop and smell the night shade (a ghost of a chance in the meat machines)