POEMS

Forgotten:

A wish

A well

A coin

A spell

The field reeks of dread.

Above

The air

Their body wared

Yet their name can never be said.

Forgotten

Remembered

Abandoned

December

The month that they had left.

No matter

Their tries

Their screams

Their cries

They cannot be remembered again.

Fallen Angel:

Fallen Angel

Bright, unstable

How your wings spread wide.

Fallen angel

Your sins were fatal,

And now you can no longer fly.

Sorrow:

The figure weeps

Day and night

For its sorrow is too much

How it dreams

That it is freed

From the misery of sorrow that blinds.

Solace:

As if a hug

Its time has come

Even if it has been for much too long

All the peace

Back to back

The cries it had wept are now song.

Wires

Like the setting sun

Like the fading moon.

We all do penance,

and so have you.

Whether it’s the way you regarded

that reckless decision,

with regret or with a scoff,

for that got you even.

The way you move

The way you talk

The way you look

The way you walk.

The way you smell the flowers in the path

The way you cry for mistakes in the past.

Over and over,

Under and under,

All you do is fall into blunder.

The way you cry for mistakes in the past,

The way you get tangled in the wires of a trap.

Poison

Give me your tongue

Give me your teeth

Make me in a daze

Make me completely phased

Give me air for my lungs

Give me crops for my health

Move me in your way

Make me slowly sway

Give me something to be among

Give me something to be beneath

Make me forget all my imperfections

Maul me bare with your love

Make me

Make me

Make my mind let slip;

Make me

Make me

A victim of your poison

Bloum

If you think about it,

overpopulation isn't the end

but rather

the beginning of a revolution

for,

even if we haven’t noticed

or-- rather

YOU,

our MECHANICAL bodies

will show their prosperity

more

these years

than they have before

Stomach

Revolver to devolve-r
the light is getting closer

down and down and down I go

going where, I don’t know

it happened once, suddenly, it did

the bullet in my chest, the hum in my ribs

my end was still, the air was still as if waiting

for my

bitter end

don’t

STAY STAY STAY

I’m ready to leave

is it a game

is it a trick

I don’t know

I don’t care

because the flesh in my stomach

feels

whole again

Under

I was born tomorrow

Under the dim fire of the stake

From the moment I was born, I knew how to walk

And how to talk

And how to clasp my hands in a prayer

At some point for me

The sun stopped its light

And the only light I could see

Were from the stakes burning and burning

Now in here, under the cave I

Love so dear,

There are no more stakes.

Which is good, I suppose.

Nobody’s dead.

But how will I ever see again?

Down

Down by the river,

my mother lays

buried underneath the water,

rotting and perishing

down in the forest,

patterns of trees loop over and over

I see the same red knife in the tree

over and over and over

down in the cave

my mother and father are

portrayed

crossed out / 3 lines/ X marks the spot.

The Adventurer

Iristole, Iristole,

Where you weep

The wind hums through the trees

And the remnants of the battle lay

In the withered flowers below you

Iristole, iristole

Why do you weep?

You will never live to see day again

You know that

He would not like to see you cry

Iristole, iristole

Butterflies signal beauty in decay

Is that what you feel?

Because I can see your heart

s l o w l y

Ripping out of your skin

To bury itself in the water with all

The dying fish

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Kaleidoscope tears

Do you?

Do you?

You say you do but I don’t know if you do

Do I?

Do I?

I don’t know

We can spin in circles for all eternity

If you want to

Only if you want to

I’ll do it all for you

Yet if you’d say no,

I’d leave

I’d go

I’d do anything you told me to if you just

Say the word

I don’t know why

I can’t stop loving

Like a dog

The death of Oscar Yami

One in the sun

Two hits, strike gold

Maybe for a fool

Maybe for a troll

Yami; he sits; perched on a pitcher

The poor don’t quit, the rich get richer.

Another man comes, his face in the shade

He sits

He waits

Until the next coming day

In the morning; o’ the morning; the clouds tint yellow

And Yami begins a song that sounds quite mellow

The other man comes

And there they both sing

Until Yami’s voice runs dry

And so does his skin

There on the pitcher

Is where the old man lives now

His ashes strewn by the wind

His heart laying within

(and only I know

This tale close to home

Because there I did sing

And cremated him.)

SPIDER

Eight-legged monster, why do you run?

We are more afraid of you than you are of us.

Eight-legged monster, with your frightening eyes,

Why do you help us if we hate you so?

You eat the flies in our homes, do nothing but stay idle

You have cute little lets and a cute spider smile

And yet we are afraid of your chagrin

We kill you and we stomp you with our monster legs

Eight-legged monster, I miss you- I must,

But now you are only cobwebs and dust.

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