Posts Tagged ‘Writers’


THIS CAVE

This cave
I live in
groping

my belongings
scattered
on my bed
under and around
body blast

mirror watching
blinking
invisible
dust in flutters of air

night
peeking in
toothless
window

spy lights
on my vitals
awakening

I let them
for a quick thrill

having nothing
but the moment
before annihilation

staggering
for the wall
smeared with her shadow
screaming again

rolling
my stone door
out of the way

outside
breathing in
caves by the billions

her bloody footprints
disappearing
on the hard stones of today.

LOOKING UP

I don’t believe
there’s nothing to believe in

a night walk
looking up
dresses of stars

slapping
my cold face
numb

standing still
for the light

wanting to ride it
over the horizon

other side
no trouble
with the boy I use to be.


Star.

She lived her life through him, through his movies.  He was a movie star who could’ve been a superstar transcending into a megastar but because he was once a rock star he was just a star.

Unpretty.

She didn’t like her husband.  He was always brushing his teeth, drinking all the time while she walked behind him picking up tubes of toothpaste and empty beer cans.  Then, when it was time for bed, he expected sex from her.  Having sex with her husband, while once euphoric, now reminded her of a good time pick-up because the only time he actually found her appealing is when he drank kind of like the way men drank in bars, scoping out the pretty of unpretty women through dirty beer mugs and shot glasses.  She would often cry herself lonely after sex.   Not that her husband would notice considering he would already be drunk asleep and with clean teeth.

 

Portrait.

polka dots

feathers

bright lights

big weather

empty banks

dirty rivers

ugly face

she shivers