Monday, May 25, 2009

coming undone

cut me open and
dissect me
i asked
but didn’t count on the bleeding
and when you were done
you forgot
to sew me up


When she brushed her hand
on your arm
my heart went sick
that gesture
was meant in love
for me
I thought
so I thought.
go ahead and think
that she loves you
let her place her slick words
on your heart
and I will watch it
rend you

Friday, May 15, 2009


Life's a joke
I cease, give up
Arid places
Fill my cup

Brutal sand
that stings the eyes
can't see sun
can't see skies

Unless You tread
where I should go
My cup is dry
no overflow

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Hasn't Been

Hasn't been written
Hasn't been said
Hasn't been seen
Hasn't been read

He is blind
She is deaf
I am mute
immobile, left.

Hasn't been written
Who wants to read?

Hasn't been said
No hearing indeed

Hasn't been read
Happy are we

Except for the Author
the inkwell bleeds