February 2012
5 posts
Perfect Fool
Now I crawled through a dead, hollow space And found all my friends were liars and gone So I’ll crawl into a dark, deep womb And I’ll never leave. And I’ll never resume This life that’s wasted On the ignorance of many men This pain that is gifted To the fools filled with shame No room for just a simple man No power to attain Those dreams of fighters glory Are just a...
The Dream In The Girl
When she wakes she knows not to enter the woods. She knows that they are dark, damp and deep because her mother said to her -Never enter the woods. She may sit on the road, feeling the cold and wet asphalt beneath her bottom and legs - soaking through her jeans - and stare at the woods, stare for hours. She may do this, but not enter. Sometimes she dreams about the trees bending...
In Samantha's Hands
You look at me, like I don’t even know your name And you sit up high upon your throne of flames Showing pictures of a love that I never had Head thrown back, howling like some deadbeat dad There are many things I refuse to pay tribute to A white-collared man with a grudge, or a mid-west wife A well planned funeral or some snake’s little coup While I stand resigned, all your creatures...