A wraith, a ghost, a spirit, an imprint--A specter, a vision, a monster, a hand print--The Numb found skin to latch itself to, It crawled from the oil, the tar below.Gusts gut, gashed and ground, while bright went blank and allowed no bendsTo gather. The Numb found bits and pieces to pick, a killer, a …
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A legend about words and blood
A legend goes back, tells about a man who cuts,Who slices, and rips--Carves and chops--Dissects and gashes.Until tendons tore.Another legend tells of a woman broken,She removes your bones,The tiny and needed ones,The ones in the ear,Until silence calls.Legends scream about a man who steals organs,Runs in the night,Finding, searching, capturing, and adding,Until he caught more …
The Draft Under the Door
It's never easy, when talking about the dead,I was dead once, bare to the bone, brought to tears thatEroded the strands, that slopped off-- It's never easy, to talk about the dark,The noises in the dead silent, day,The rotted ships left at the bottom,The moving sheet at the edge of your eyes,The rolling metal in …
A sharp ridge against a file
A limb, a bone, an organ, an ear,The Cricket chirped each wordWith blood, and brood,Gnawing the neck. A woman and man took a walk In the night, never knowing The darkness awaiting,So when it jumped and devouredThem both, there wasn't a traceRemaining. Two kids sunk below the lake,Ran until they were out of breathNever surfacing …
Heart
ShovePullPull each brickShove each cinderPullShoveShove the wallShove ShovePull every piecePullShoveShove harderPullShovePull to breathe Shove it awayPull to hitPullShoveShove to continueShoveShove and hammerPull to see the light ShovePullPull it closerPull to surviveShoveShovePull to imprintShove to move ShovePullPull just one morePullShovePullShoveShove the wall aside
Harbinger
Buried under rubble, buried by mountains,Buried by trees, buried under-- Burned by heat, burned with fire,Burned by bite, ashes The volcano burst, burst with earth,Burst with life,And death. Only cooled by icy waters,Only turned to rock. The beginning again.
Fragmented Fields, Wasting Away, Humanity near the brink
The crowd gathered fastSwift and steadyThe people yelled loudUnwavering and stabbingThe men yanked limbsBloody and boldThe women cut deepEffective and efficient. The children called namesKnives and batsThe elders had methodsVicious and vividThe animals had mealsFull and fatThe elements ate fleshBugs and maggots. The mud had one last mealAs death took one last breathAnd the living …
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Tombstone
Twelve, a special number,A count of a tapestry on fire,A slumber brought by umberTwelve spots caught and acquiredBy the bones behind the curtain. Twelve--was what he countedUntil sharp in the face, Each grain melted and surmountedWriting and guiding through space. The first was a boy, a child pretty young,Fell from a tree and was strungOn …
Secret Sorrows
A world of love,A world of hate,Worsts and bests, a lingering trait,Brought from the end in a freight.A man of history,A woman of makings,A mark, a rage, a red ledger,Only trying to find a place to rest. The words are never personal,They're never meant to hurt,An intent to bring meaning,Intervening, screening, gleaming, quarantining,Find blood splattered …
What Remains is Almost Gone
Mother hips, I thought every time she passed my door, Proud and pasty as she said Caroline's hand strains to touch the road tar and night fuse in the charity office, Coffee, her favorie fresh blueberry bread. her body whispers ruby sockets glow green from Lady Liberty. She hugs her purse, photos spit across the …
