i am punctured blood spilled / standing on the street corner / screaming until the police are called / i am put under arrest / for disturbance of the peace so / i cut my lungs out and / burn them as a symbolic gesture
All tagged poem
The Heart That Pines
do you know what it feels like / to dream with such devotion / that it aches? / like a dull pang / paced by the clank / of your hope-clustered heart
This Is My Letter To The World
You may judge tender of me. / Although if to consider the soil, in its bereft state - and poverty - / I could likely see / the judgement you are to make of me.
A Cure For Improvement
there are certain stones / that bleed. / no matter how solid, / with enough pressure / they seep their weakness; /because there is a violence / to the harsh winds of curiosity / that refuses derailment, / that latches without touch, / that slices without sight.
My Static Self by One of Earth’s Ends
Upon that mass that many took to further lands, / Carpe diem! Dawn at the estuary to feel the day rising: / My feet in tempered, soggy, slightly sinking sand left so by / Her big swallows lugging her lips close to her chest.
Vermin
I will love you into caskets / and weave you into baskets / To cradle all my peeling thoughts / Of wisdom words in clawed out hopes / Of hollowed hands dug into dirt / Of hallowed strands restored toward hurt
I don't think they heard you when you said you were free
It happened once in a dream;
I was chasing your tail lights
through the eye of the hurricane,
the radio played your favorite song as I lost control
In the Blue of Night We Embraced
It was on his lips and on my hips, / And I leaned in closer to inhale the / Magic-like, love-struck perfume that / He wore on his shoulder like a / Promise.
Eulogy to My Shadow
you are a stacked tower of satellite gloom / glowering your raspy doom in drab lighting / grey as crackled concrete spitting / tart textures of gravel into / every / crooked / crevice