Tag Archives: Beauty

Poem: February Eighth

half-eaten remains of the day
stacked dishes reeking of slime
stench of living greeting the dawn

I should take action
scrub it; clean it;
wash it away
instead I stare
at the walls
at the floors
at nothing at all

fridge full of furry mold
eggs hatching alien life
pineapple fermented

I am frozen here
unable; unstable
waiting to fall
motivation is
somewhere
elsewhere
gone from this home

they will come
later today
bundle me; trundle me
carry me out
out out
out and away
where I am going
no one can say

it’ll be a happier place
it’ll be a happier place
it’ll be a happier place

and this one can burn
burn to the ground
see how the flames
dance all around
prancing and licking
and feeling just fine
the heat of the moment
freeing the past

here they come
here they come
see how they run

it’ll be a happier place
it’ll be a happier place
it’ll be a happier place

Poem: February Seventh

creak
crackle
pop

there are things in the night
hiding; waiting to bite.
watching there out of sight
for when the time is ripe…

slip
slither
hop

into my bed they crawl;
from the ceiling they fall;
evil, grimy and small;
horrific protocol.

fly
flutter
plop

under my skin they creep.
slipping inside my sleep.
finding my darkest deep,
and the secrets I keep.

worm
wriggle
rob

my skin is a shiver;
my mind all a quiver.
inside they have dinner
as deeper they slither.

hurt
hunger
stop!

how? why I am shouting?
my heart madly pounding,
I swear I was drowning!
each night is confounding…

creak
crackle
pop

those night sounds are still there;
goblins under my chair.
three-thirty and I stare
muttering an old prayer.

toss
turning
flop

Morpheus has left me
without a clue or key
black singularity
of my insanity.

I
surrender

drag myself from my bed.
nightmares still in my head
I am the living dead
oozing poems in my tread.

weep
worry
cry

there is nothing inside
the man I was has died
really I did I tried…
No. not really; I lied.

Poem: February Sixth

You rarely come by
to this place of me;
peruse memories,
digitally etched
in silicon stone.

Thoughtlessly you read.
The words distracting
you from the meaning
buried deep inside
my rhythm and rhyme.

I see your traces
in all the places
you touch as you pass.
Fingerprints on glass;
shredded photographs.

You never stay long.
I feel I’ve done wrong
when you run away
and won’t even say
why you could’t stay.

These words I borrow:
‘Parting sweet sorrow’
fills my every hour,
drives me to despair;
life is so unfair!

When will you return?
When will you?
When will?
When?
?
.

Poem: February Fifth

You cannot
nor should you ever
be the things
I need and want
only because
I need and want…

You can be
whatever you thought
in your heart
of need and want
only because
you need and want…

We are as
we are together
or apart
in need and want
only because
there is need and want…

Let us remain
lingering here
or never
in need and want
only because
we need and want…

And should
we fade away
into dark
in need and want
let it be
for choice of heart.

Poem: February Fourth

Black
Deeply
Bitter
Steaming
Rush

Black
Hot
Bite
Burning
Down

Black
Light
Switch
Sparking
Up

Black
Empty
Bottom
Coffee
Cup

Black
Think
I Need
Another
One!

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