Monday, September 6, 2010

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I never used to dream
in black and white
or of
fly by night friends
taken to flight
cracked windows
holding a shattered pain

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Crevice to rock to jagged edge

Other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

familiar cliff
dangled from in a hundred nightmares
fingernails clawing into stone
holding
holding
desperately grasping
grip slipping
tears stinging
heart racing
throat raw from silent screams
solid ground? anywhere? somewhere?
dear jesus I can't do this much longer
I bounce as a pin ball
(minus bells and hip gyrations
slamming to keep the game in play)

crevice to rock to jagged edge

pieces of flesh gouged as I descend
stretching
reaching for a savior
there he is within view
pleading for him to stop this madness
hold on to me

crevice to rock to jagged edge

I look up; he rises, nonchalantly turning away
(god damn it you're fucking kidding me)

I plunge deeper into darkness
silent screams echoing in tears

crevice to rock to jagged edge
crevice to rock to jagged edge


sharpen my wit, my will, skills, humor, heart
naked
middle class
middle aged
middle of the road
middle of the night

crevice to rock to jagged edge


("There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Nietzsche)