Cut

Jun25

As the words cut like sin,

I try to pierce the skin with thin

soft shears that get nowhere near the lines

of my soul like it needs to

NOS and a cigarette

Feb9

Nos and a cigarette.

Vapors mingle thick

Blues in the air and you

not here with me.

Truly knowing me is

difficult even for me

Drops bittersweet cherry

mahogany scents curl

around my head. No.

You don’t know me

Late Night

Dec23

Grimy, old cigarettes roughly grab a misty, noisy street.

What a wicked game to play at three in the morning.

Tendrils pursue the night air and ragged breaths breathe.

Stark, grey night sky puffing and covering the planes.

 

Wet snaps stepping.

Wet drops sapping.

Falling on me.

Nothing to say.

I’m angry today

Jul9

I’m angry today.

At you at the world

just angry and simmering deep

a boiling vat of lava in my soul

I’ve been angry for decades now

swooping black crows screaming

pecking out your eyes with loud slurps

tearing at your heart with sharp beaks

hurting you, just hurting you

My curse

Jan19

Fire burning in my veins, a choice to

lose that lies, disdains. A truth, a

fact that no one knows. This

life, this curse, it always shows.

 

Struggle to deny the pain, a

surface of unending rain that

drizzles tears and mends the gaps of

blackness where the anger traps my rage and

moans in corners bare and cold.

I Don’t Know

Jan13

I don’t know what to write or feel or speak

So here I am

Writing

Not even sure what I’m writing

Maybe the noises in my head will cease

or continue until I go so mad that even my screaming is

silent.

 

Megara

Dec6

The love of man for man and not for girl, a story told around the world

Given to one to wed and bore and losing it all like a worthless whore

So love is the story of the Greeks and Gods while women

Suffer and get thrown aside never to get or give or will.

Eve

Dec6

Yes, I held the apple, bit its juicy flesh,

Chewed that coarse, harsh innard.

Yes, I handed it to him, I

Begged he take a bite. Wrongness is so

Lonely.

Knowing wrongness lonelier still.

I remember seeing myself and him, I

Remember thinking that my feelings were

Wrong but right and it confused me. I

Wanted to know more; I wanted to see more.

Running in shame, bare feet on harsh earth.

Serpent all but forgotten.

Hand in hand, breath in breath, fear in fear.

All but forgotten.

Innocence is bliss, I say, and now the saying is

Known, for now I live with every

Birth, and know they will all be gone.