counteracting, tempest, cataclysm
The Coming Blues
found her at a laundry mat
i was watching her thongs twirl
she leaned into my ear
'they're comfortable, wear some'
-i don't have a pair-
'you can borrow mine'
took her home, but never got them on.
i wanted to feel her surrounding me
clenching the sheets
clenching her teeth
screaming from underneath
one name is what i gave her
one name is what she screamed
but it wasn't mine
that's when i decided to leave
in the streets
i walked away from our life
two years later and i only wanted
to feel her loving me
too hard for her
too much for me
feeling slighted
dialing another's number
she said, "you have a sad story
the first one's free."
i rely on a stranger's touch
and eyes held shut
to feel what i want
her flesh swallowing me
i rely on a stranger
to swallow me.
A CONFESSION OF MEMORIES
Threw coins into the cup of a child sleeping under a subway bench,
the next day I saw him huffing paint from a paper bag.
Only take one act of impunity to callous me.
Went back later that night and carved a warning from his bones;
I left his spray can and bag to keep him warm,
but the blood stained my hands. The taste lingered in my throat,
an iron thirst that couldn't be satiated by the glow of the television.
Began to plan the next drink in my head,
oppurtunity knocked on the door and interrupted my thoughts.
Read in the paper of a man who was released from prison on appeal
after being convicted for imprisoning his wife indoors for twelve years.
I followed him home and threw him down the stairs to his basement,
then I locked the door and went home to breathe.
His lawyer found him dead two months later.
My hands couldn't sit idle even after a pharmacuetical overdose.
Then driving home drunk I struck a cop issuing a speeding ticket,
they gave chase, but it didn't last long. Struck a guard rail,
from the car I was thrown - fifty feet- with that much of my
intestine unraveled from my abdomen. Grass poking out of my cavity.
Fresh bruises decorated my face and chest like a tattooed bouquet
and I laid waiting to explode in flames, swallowed by the hole.
Straight into the earth, but Nature rejected me.
I would not taint the circle of life, she whispered in my ear,
and when paramedics arrived they wiped the law enforced spit from my brow,
but I was lost so I took my stained hands and pulled my intestines in.
Screaming, I followed the devesation into the darkness of the hole.
Leave my body, I said, I want roses to grow through my skull,
something beautiful to replace this self-destructive masturbation.
So they waited till my eyes closed whispering, no roses could sew...
found her at a laundry mat
i was watching her thongs twirl
she leaned into my ear
'they're comfortable, wear some'
-i don't have a pair-
'you can borrow mine'
took her home, but never got them on.
i wanted to feel her surrounding me
clenching the sheets
clenching her teeth
screaming from underneath
one name is what i gave her
one name is what she screamed
but it wasn't mine
that's when i decided to leave
in the streets
i walked away from our life
two years later and i only wanted
to feel her loving me
too hard for her
too much for me
feeling slighted
dialing another's number
she said, "you have a sad story
the first one's free."
i rely on a stranger's touch
and eyes held shut
to feel what i want
her flesh swallowing me
i rely on a stranger
to swallow me.
A CONFESSION OF MEMORIES
Threw coins into the cup of a child sleeping under a subway bench,
the next day I saw him huffing paint from a paper bag.
Only take one act of impunity to callous me.
Went back later that night and carved a warning from his bones;
I left his spray can and bag to keep him warm,
but the blood stained my hands. The taste lingered in my throat,
an iron thirst that couldn't be satiated by the glow of the television.
Began to plan the next drink in my head,
oppurtunity knocked on the door and interrupted my thoughts.
Read in the paper of a man who was released from prison on appeal
after being convicted for imprisoning his wife indoors for twelve years.
I followed him home and threw him down the stairs to his basement,
then I locked the door and went home to breathe.
His lawyer found him dead two months later.
My hands couldn't sit idle even after a pharmacuetical overdose.
Then driving home drunk I struck a cop issuing a speeding ticket,
they gave chase, but it didn't last long. Struck a guard rail,
from the car I was thrown - fifty feet- with that much of my
intestine unraveled from my abdomen. Grass poking out of my cavity.
Fresh bruises decorated my face and chest like a tattooed bouquet
and I laid waiting to explode in flames, swallowed by the hole.
Straight into the earth, but Nature rejected me.
I would not taint the circle of life, she whispered in my ear,
and when paramedics arrived they wiped the law enforced spit from my brow,
but I was lost so I took my stained hands and pulled my intestines in.
Screaming, I followed the devesation into the darkness of the hole.
Leave my body, I said, I want roses to grow through my skull,
something beautiful to replace this self-destructive masturbation.
So they waited till my eyes closed whispering, no roses could sew...