This is an older poem which I may or may not have posted (if I did, it was to my now-defunct site). In any case, I thought of it this morning, so here it is: Cold, Dark, and Handsome I like my men cold, dark, and handsome, you say, and I tell you I haveContinue reading “Cold, Dark, and Handsome”
Final Moments When at long last, I draw my last breath and the crowd of people who don’t care– who have never cared and will never care, fighting, arguing people, marching idiots, resounding gongs and clanging symbols that fill the dark canyon in which I find myself nightly, bereft of reason but hoping… at thatContinue reading “Final Moments”
Dream Somewhere in this vast dreamscape– the one you created and passed to me during one of our forbidden embraces– our shadows flit while our lonely bodies roam in search of one another, the red sun seething, the sky riddled with dying birds.
Witness There will no witnesses to your unspeakable crimes, not even me, as I wait–blind and mute–for you to become shadow and fill the corners with your black essence, the slow drip of your voice like a murderous stream I wade into against my will, lower myself, and open my lungs to smiling oblivion.
Escape You break so easily, you tell me as you swing the hammer toward my face, and I meet it without flinching, expecting the blow, craving it, the slow explosion of pain across my broken cheeks, the sharp exhale of my shattered breath as it escapes my body and I fall into darkness so deepContinue reading “Escape”
Who knows? I came across this yesterday when I was looking for another story draft to finish. It made me laugh. “I’ve got the death munchies,” I said to an abandoned sea shell. The world turned and turned for no good reason other than it had always turned and didn’t see any point in changingContinue reading “The Death Munchies?”
The Color of Your Sadness There is a color to your sadnessbut it flies away on a moanthat barely escapes your lips and I am bereft of knowledge,a child of a man, a morsel of a grainof sand on a strand of angel hair, as remote a chance as that seems,treading where others fain toContinue reading “The Color of Your Sadness”
You don’t know me. Not really. My eyes are bloody most of the time, and breathing is like knives in my chest. I don’t know you, either. Your smile is a fiction I pretend to enjoy, but your voice sparks traffic jams and ambulances. What are you like, in your truest shape, your raw, hungryContinue reading “You Don’t Know Me”
The Best Poems I have nothing to say. Those are the best poems, someone a grave over from me mumbles, his voice catching with dirt and worms.
Conversation There’s a camera in my soul, you told me over Chinese and too many bottles of wine. It records the bad things I do, and God will watch the film when I die. What about the good things? I asked, more concerned about the leftovers than your immortal soul. You smiled and touched myContinue reading “Conversation”