Scorpio Wrecking Ball by Norbert Krapf I’m your Scorpio wrecking ball, the red pepper in your soup, the flash of pain in your belly. Oh I can sing it intense, I got the gut-bucket blues deep down in my psyche but I can see the stars when they flash and sometimes I climb the ladder higher and higher. If you’re the one listens well I’ll sneak into your office and let my roiling guts spill in your truth chair. I bet you’ll even smile ever so slow and sweet and offer me herbal tea. That’s when I go ballistic, baby, quoting the prophets and visionaries before you put a hand on my shoulder and tap me into good-boy submission. Come on outside and we’ll howl together in harmony at the full moon over our heads before it’s time to head back to the cabin. You wouldn’t believe how calm I can become when the time is right. Sit with me, stare into my animal eyes. Bio: Indiana Poet Laureate 2008-10, Norbert Krapf is the author of ten full-length poetry collectio...
Flying Island is the Online Literary Journal of the Indiana Writers Center, accepting submissions from Midwest residents and those with significant ties to the Midwest.