November 2009
8 posts
5. am
I need something for my nerves… All I can manage is tossing and turning. Because my stomach is upset, my heart is racing. All I can think to do is think. Think about what has happened. What just happened. What will happen. Then I remember why thinking never did me any good. Because everything is just a constant reminder of you. Now your in my head. And I get lost in your eyes. And its 1am...
Nov 30th
THE JACKAL
You can’t break a man the way you break a dog…or a horse. The harder you beat a man, the taller he stands. To break a man’s will, to break his spirit, you have to break his mind. Men have this idea that we can fight with dignity, that it’s the proper way to kill someone; it’s absurd, it’s inaesthetic. We needed to endure the bloody horror of murder. You must...
Nov 11th
TO SUNRISE
Thin lines of smoke from roofs rose by As if with pencils dark were drawn And webbed their graphite tapers high To greet the violaceous dawn. As one by one night’s embers died, Replaced by early morning’s flame, The milk-dipped moon, begrudging, sighed And bowed as up the fair Sun came. And in these treasured minutes few As night surrendered to the day; Before the sky turned jewel-blue ...
Nov 8th
CAST PEARLS BEFORE SWINE
Discernible: her smoke-rimmed eyes Hold fast pearlescent, woeful tears - Entrap quixotic thirsts and fears And in their sullenness disguise Complexities unknown to those whose sight Is blinkered and whose passions daren’t ignite. Blame those who would not pause to weep At that, there silver-dusted moon; Or fear to touch sweet Summer’s rose, Lest premature are petals...
Nov 8th
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ENDLESS RAIN
Beneath the drip and drip of endless rains And clouds, a canopy of bitter greys, Bleak streaks of putrid light, tobacco-stained, Seep flatly through this evening’s choking haze. And lie like battered souls across the street, Beneath the wounded soles of weary feet. Grim dirt and grime grasp greedy to the skins Of haggard men, who rasp and sway, forlorn. Dim liquors dull all thought of...
Nov 8th
THE DARKEST TREE
I’d like to know how long you lay your head where I lay mine, Where I now lie you lied, at last our lies are intertwined. I wonder if you cast your thoughts, as I, across these walls, And stained their perfect, chalky tones with unseen, bitter scrawls. I live one life where here I lie; my lies support my strength. I live another far away, a world of which I’ve dreamt Of showing you, yet such...
Nov 8th
RESPITING WORDS
With healing pen draw out those bitter lines, Which skulk and lurk behind my cheerless brow. Through wretched veins ink seeps like crimson wine, And velvet tears hushed secrets do endow. Oh take these salted words from here my lips, And there do scrawl our black, silentious runes - Upon the passing sails of ghostly ships: Where phantom gales may lend our verses tunes. Where waxen moon...
Nov 8th
DUST COLLECTOR
And now I’m sitting here alone, ad I’m thinking of you both and how he’ll hold you now I’m gone. Or the ones I’ve thrown away, with all the things I couldn’t say like “I am sorry”, “I am wrong”. And it’s sad but I must say, that I’m better tucked away inside your drawer where I’m not seen. These words are easy written...
Nov 2nd