when i returned to the gnarled branches day after day wearing smooth that one patch of rough bark sitting silently underneath your outstretched boughs bowing deeply below the tender blue sky - i never imagined screeching teeth sinking into your flesh, ripping you apart they took you from me & i am sad for that.
macabre
You ask how my week was, I say full and complete. Not questioning the response. and that’ll be the end; [again] Drawing strings together, Bifurcation of harmony. Is there a better way? Fcuk it I’m dead anyhow. Not like you (actually) care.
alongside
In ninety or so days - I will be right alongside the remainder. Reminding myself, of this day and my age. It hasn’t been that long before; And it won’t be that long again - Till the crow calls in the morning. Black and blue eyes, Split lip - Bruised yet again - I cannot... Continue Reading →
up the ante
The chips are falling, Brightly colored disks of coin; Fantastic plastic. Can you hold your own? Against folks who play this game; Straight faced and straight laced. Wheeling and dealing, These playing cards not level; The river will turn.
in the house that father built
Not a crook, just a con man; Selling us short for a few good coin. Nickel and dimes Paired with death. Water floodgates open. Seizing like bearings, Straight off the racetrack - Getting off course (of course) The blue houses, built of scraps; scavenging, Stretch a mile and a half long - I have seen... Continue Reading →
