Pressing Petition

•February 15, 2019 • Leave a Comment

Our Father
Must I crush my own skull
To mute the incessant hum
Of projected passing happy time
My palms fit perfect at each temple
They shall meet in silent prayer
I will be done
Hairline cracks like trespasses
Form fragile lurching lattice work
Fault lines grind and blur
My under-mush begins to move
Memories and petitions two
All seeing amoebic globes
Grow pseudo-feet from gelatin
They shift their shape and flee
From hallowed sockets
Caves and kingdoms closing in
Popping out they burst free
Onto the safe and stable shoreline
Of my dislocated gaping lower jaw
Hallelujah
All the stories seep from cracks
And forgiveness hangs askew
My smooth numb future finally splits
The daily dull of pleasant bread
Gives way to heavenly pain
Finally through the glorious ooze
My fingertips reach and find each other
I am delivered
In this crackling moment of
Only now
Forever and ever
Amen

-me


Artwork: Album cover, No Cross No Crown, by Corrosion of Conformity

Maiden

•February 1, 2019 • Leave a Comment

And so I wait
Nearly numb
For vital bits
To realign
Inside my ribs
I used to know
Because I read in books
This trap of bones
Designed itself
To do the work
Of keeping all
Soft parts of me
Protected while profusing
But lately I’ve gone
Blind and dumb
As this mettled meat
That used to beat
So wild
Has steeled itself
Because we both forgot
I have these bones
To do that job
My body is its own
Iron maiden
Ready made
And built to keep me
Pained but safe
Inside
And so we wait
My bits and I
To settle in
And bleed again

-me


Photography: iron maiden-head detail by markis024 at deviantart.com

Split Second

•January 28, 2019 • 1 Comment

I was there
when the clocks
stopped ticking
standing
with the soles
of my feet
sweating
and stuck
to the cold
tile floor
my lips parched
and parted
in that silent
inward gasp
before a scream
my eyes
frozen wide
unblinking
red and dry
my memories
melting
dreams dripping
from my ears
this current
embodiment done
only minuscule
muscles
still twitching
some
I was there
when all the clocks
just stopped
in that splitting
of seconds
aware of demise
a final unwinding
of mine
with the ending
of time

-me

Painting: Aghast by Troy Stith

Graphic

•January 25, 2019 • Leave a Comment

I am back at square one flat
Today
And he is a round marble
Rolling
Smartly moving forward
Smooth
Around corners carefully along
Edges
Yet I cannot write without
Crying
A hot knot in my gut spilling
Vomit
While he is sending emails
Pleasantly
Detached like glass, CC’d to me
Of course
A day like this always arrives
Perhaps
After too many easy ones erased
Tomorrow
I will turn a page and rise again
But then
I naturally have sharp angles so
Many
Points to make and my story to tell
Why
Can’t I be a marble too

-me


Artwork by Glennray Tutor

No Thank You

•January 23, 2019 • 1 Comment

These lonely hours
Are not lost
The silent sobs
And tragic laughter
Lead me back
To listening to myself

This is not a “thank you.”

-me


Image: Only the Lonely, by leAlmighty on deviantart.com

Anger

•January 22, 2019 • Leave a Comment

An alchemic fire
Crucial creation, before
That it fucking burns

-me

Painting: Overcome, by Carne Griffiths

Little Deaths

•January 22, 2019 • Leave a Comment

There were moments
Years
I thought
I might die
From the pain
Of betrayal
Of sensing
She
Was close
When I was not
Sure
It was not mine
It was
Her name on a screen
My kid knowing
Before I did
Me knowing
Before my kid
Who knew
I did
From ice skates
And wake-up calls
Fuzzy time
Lines crossed
Fluffy language
Dressing up hard truths
Like soft lies
Still
Shared accounts
And speakers and trips
Inappropriate giving
Of gifts
For occasions
When shared celebration
Should not have been
A means to end
Innocuous
Relationship
Work
Pics
Posted
A woman knows
Did they
How many
Were taken
With more behind them
Too many moments
Of your
Of our
Lives like years
Felt like deaths
To me
And yet I did not die
Did I
Only we
And my family
I am right here
With my perception
Perhaps partial
To my own heart
But
Not
Wholly
Wrong
Either

-me

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Painting: The Little Death by Lori Field

 
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