my second poem to three men
my body, its the battlefield, shrapnel and
bruises arrayed
you hit me in the stomach to see if I could spit it out and no
no thing came
we refuse, we refuse, we refuse
to give up our dead
I won't go for dead
told you some time ago,
we're both looking for the epic adventures we read in our youth:
found me my dragon to slay and I say,
I'll rage against this
with all the rivers I sent you
marshal all to my command now,
rushing rivers to wash me clean
of bruises and metal:
and I love you, I like you, you told me I won't help you here
won't hand you the gun to your head this time
me and me in a room alone, the girls
fighting over the trigger
posted at 1:10 PM
life, it has dragged me down
and if i'm lookin tall
baby they're just knife-edged heels
i'm tipping over
posted at 12:13 AM
if it can work its way out through my fingers
my hands have been silent since the drugs began,
and before, even
when i was drinking too much.
got your letter full of broken sentences.
tell me to do it for you.
take my hands, draw me out
pull hard on the vein and unstitch me from within
somewhere where i sewed it up tight and lock-stitched
closed within my heart.
tell me to do it for me.
we are, we are
pounding on the inside
and doors closed
please god, please let me come open
and if i should realize it all
and all good things come to fruition
and me in a house on a hill
and find nothing at the end of it, like i've feared
then let it be a nothing i've worked so hard for
so hard and hoped and hard-won
am i waking up, or falling away?
posted at 10:14 AM