October 3rd, 2009


swallow me up

swallow me up
you river fish
tear my flesh
which only hurts
above my heart
the muscles long since last used
from bones so often bowed so often bent so often
up the bits and
share them out
to hungry brothers and starving sisters
until the giving hurts
someone else
  • Current Music
    Joan Osborne - Ladder
Dead Kid

suicide hill

street smarts and book smarts and
nothing smarts like a skinned knee
and nothing breaks like
going too fast
down the wrong side of the hill
top to bottom in ten seconds
flat on your ass and tumbling
head over heels over head over
please, just give me enough time to catch
my breath my thoughts my
what big eyes you have
all the better to eat you with
no gears and no brakes and no wings and no rules
and nothing breaks like
little boys on wheels
  • Current Music
    Joan Osborne - Lumina

God-shaped Holes and the Things Which Really Fill Them

Freedom in a bottle
Tastes too much like
Truth written in smoke
Smells too much like
Prophesies written in blood
Only foretell more death

Look in the rocks instead
Smell the flowers and
Listen to the bees

Screaming for silence
Sounds too much like
Killing for peace
Looks too much like
Praying for wisdom
Only reaches the ears of ignorance

Look to the skies instead
Walk on other worlds and
Watch other suns
  • Current Music
    Bee Gees - Odessa

Little Miss Dischord

Safety pins through earlobes;
Are these what allow kids to hear
Comfort in the harshest dissonance?

Poetry slammed
Against the walls
Of your head -
Not this one.

Give me the count, Mr. Zildjian:
One step from standing to starting,
Two hearts beating the path,
Three choices making the crossroads,
Four winds whipping the sails the flags the leaves the outstretched hands...

Through the door came a little, old woman.
She couldn't hear the music, no matter how loud.
She couldn't hear the verses, no matter how profound.
She could see neither the dancers nor the mildly amused audience.
Oh, but she was smiling, because she felt the wind.

Come away, my children!
The woman cried.
Leave the drowning place the crowded place the coward's place
And learn to dance as I do.

All backs were turned to her; all ears attuned to the stage
Where the whirlwind mixed up the names of the muses,
Where colors flew from brass and wood and wire,
Where all senses were blinded but one.
Oh, but she was smiling, because she felt the wind.

Enjoy it, then, my children!
The woman laughed.
Let the furies display their masks for you for a night for the blindness is yours
Until you learn to dance as I do.

Bring it back, Mr. Majestic:
Four walls to hold them,
Three fates befalling,
Two hearts in every beat,
One minute till midnight...

Sweat-streaked cheeks;
And steel safety slips free
From ringing ears -
But not these.

Violent verse and prose passion
Change to surprised whispers when the last is called,
Fall to awed silence when heads begin to turn
To see the woman smiling
As she dances to the wind in the door.
  • Current Music
    Crosby, Stills & Nash - Teach Your Children