Three Selected Works
You’ve called yourself an angel,
my cherub.
And I, the raven.
You’ve said my waters run dark and deep
next to your practical-light stream.
But I do realize in all
that is seemingly bright, that is you
something murky exists below the surface
And you need to swim in my sadness.
Because you really have none of your own.
You constantly whine a lover’s complaint
when it’s too late
and cry of loves’ lost
that were never really there
I cannot help you anymore.
Can you not see you are loosing
as you loose me?
The threads that have brought us
together are strained.
And I’ve tried in vain
to hold on to what’s left.
So sad you’ll never see
so blinded in self-absorbed ignorance.
My dark river is rising
as I weep
the waves pulling me away–
and my tears carry me
to the sorrows of eternity.
~~~
Monster
I am your creation
ashamed of what I see
a somewhat dainty facade
houses a peculiar lame strength
generated by necessity
I am so seemingly sweet
instinctive behavior learned well
the nice words that fall
from my tongue ache my teeth–
a violent candy
that’s so hard to swallow
No matter how I try
I cannot pick you away from my brain–
you fester within me
a hatred inside out
That shatters those mirrors
that house my soul
exposing the helpless rotteness in me
that you are
Embarrassed that I let you possess
such power through me
you have destroyed more people
than you can imagine.
~~~
Suffocation
He draws his gun on me
long, hard steel
my heart racing,
running out of my body.
Who am I trying to save?
He brings that foreboding instrument
to my head.
Pointing it with the accuracy
only a man could have–
missing the intended spot.
He’s done now
and waits
and drains me–
the bloodletting.
Lying so still I’m shaking
he doesn’t take notice
staring down at me,
and eventually leaves.
Playing dead
I’m fully aware
that I’m not all here,
growing tired,
letting go of myself
and finally of him.
