I seriously don't remember writing this...
I was lurking around, looking at some of my old poetry from the previous years... and came across this. It's mine. I know it's mine, but I don't remember writing it!! How weird is that?! I find that I like it, the more I read it. The most glowing words I've ever written have always come in brief flashes that are bright and brief.
A silver knife edge leaning against the darkness
Of soul
Calibrated to the core temperature of white
Hot fiery anger smolders under dead ashes of a year that might
Meet my eyes
Without blinking and I will take you for what you aren’t
Doing in the
Shuddering flames on a blanket of yellow silk takes all the fun out of
Forgetting to shave my legs so I had wear my pants to work again when
Mom and grandma worry about me and my pants
Too much
Iniquity
Smacks of lacking prosperity as I
Smoke a toke and crack jokes with your father in the smoked glass sunlight Because
No one needs to know
That
Just between you and me
It was fun
A silver knife edge leaning against the darkness
Of soul
Calibrated to the core temperature of white
Hot fiery anger smolders under dead ashes of a year that might
Meet my eyes
Without blinking and I will take you for what you aren’t
Doing in the
Shuddering flames on a blanket of yellow silk takes all the fun out of
Forgetting to shave my legs so I had wear my pants to work again when
Mom and grandma worry about me and my pants
Too much
Iniquity
Smacks of lacking prosperity as I
Smoke a toke and crack jokes with your father in the smoked glass sunlight Because
No one needs to know
That
Just between you and me
It was fun