So Long
It’s been so long since I’ve had
a broken heart,
I’d forgotten how palpable
the hurt is –
How it ebbs and flows
in unrelenting waves
each endless hour.
At its cruelest, it curls me
into myself, rocking softly
while my poor soul whimpers.
In calmer moments, I sit
sad and still,
feeling a million miles from
anywhere.
Karlee Ann
She was four foot eleven, Italian,
and the biggest liar I’d ever known.
She drank Burnett’s Pink Lemonade Vodka
and liked to be choked during sex.
At sixteen, she’d slit her wrists
after finding her mother’s body
on the kitchen floor. “It was blue
and as cold as ice”, she said.
She was a liar and a whore,
who had no respect for herself,
or anyone else, and hadn’t a
single principle or moral to her name.
But I loved her
and I miss her
a lot.
She was only twenty two
when she died.
I keep her picture on the wall
of my cell
and tell her every morning
that I love her.
I know that if I had been out there,
I could have saved her.
I also know that if I had been out there,
I wouldn’t have.
Autoweit #1
Sorrows unsung –
to what ear?
God does not care.
God does not hear.
Angels on earth.
do not stop here.
Sorrows I’d sing
if I only knew where;
sorrows I’d sing
if anyone cared.
Sorrows I sing –
Is anyone there?
Tanka #2
Dearest Sophia,
I am now in the autumn
of my ignorance:
I shall set up a temple
to worship the created.
Limerick #1
The gilded god of ages old
cuts the air with rays of gold;
silver thread softly treads
‘round clouds of liquid lead;
yet god is dead, so I’ve been told.
Lune #4
a touch of blues
picked the strings
of her lonesome heart.
Don’t Cry, It Was Just A Joke
I tried twice
to make fried rice,
but couldn’t get the texture right.
Still,
it was better than your pineapple
chicken.
Haiku #5
When I bite my nails
I taste the dried blood of the
friend whom I betrayed.
Haiku #6
His madness had an
aura of resignation –
even broken breaks.
Alone
I know that there are others
unlike others,
but I am unlike them –
I am different.
Does not this account
accord me time?
Why must we seek out
over reflections:
affirmations that we are
not alone?
Untitled #3
I greet the dawn like a long-lost friend
whom I thought I’d never meet again;
sleepless eyes do not feign surprise,
for I feared the night would never end.
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