Tag Archives: poem
Not here
I’m not here. I haven’t been here in a long time. I checked out somewhere around ’95 or ’96. I don’t remember what I was doing then, but it was probably something I shouldn’t. Since then, I have lied, cheated, … Continue reading
Waiting
It has always been disastrous, this feeling of impending– tonight I lie here howling, claws extended, raking through the black, reaching for the light. I never know what’s coming; I never can get the best of it, the way you … Continue reading
Reach Down
Cut it loose, cut it free. Reach down and pull up, grasping at the base, at the root of it. Curl your fingers around and squeeze. Pull. Reach down and grab hold, lift. You plucked the heart of me out … Continue reading
Slip
He feels hollow, imperfect this place inside him that isn’t there anymore, but the outside never was. He doesn’t have all the things he needs to feel whole, but he doesn’t have anything else to make the best of it. … Continue reading
Ripped
I’m thinking of tearing you down; you’re little more than paper poster covering up old and dirty walls. I’m thinking of the white, hot, chewing sound of bookflesh when it’s pulled from its binding. I’m thinking of destroying you in … Continue reading