red

[pardonthelitany]

so the poetry bonanza was apparently a failed idea. i didn't even make it the full two weeks. i was forcing it too much. however, i do have a few more poems i've been playing with that i will put up over the next week or so.

Kool-Aid

there is red ink on my fingers,
and we both know that red stains
the back seats of cars with kool-aid,
the white soccer socks with blood
from skinned knees and broken scabs.
but even so, I think i'll work all in red tonight.

the nib of a pen pressed against
watermark pages- a growing
spider web of red that spreads
onto the page, blurs in the rain,
runs rivulets towards my hand.
you can never see
what a mess I have made in red tonight.

If I could trace all of your veins,
watch the ink lend you color once more
give you life again, I would, with my pen.
but i am not without you. I have
tracings and shadows to force life into.
you are my carbon copy-reconstrued in red tonight.

and the rain isn't really there at all,
because I've been too long surrounded
by walls. and my fingers taste of salt and ink
my tongue turned red. and the heater
kicks on, and it blows you away.
And all of me is seeing red tonight.