Saturday, December 29, 2012

from THE SUM OF BROKEN PARTS




10.


i am the only child of
the one true god
and i am in hiding

i am silver and i am
gold in the age of famine

motherless and broken

stoned

no ladder to the sky no
more precious metals to
dig up from the earth
and so we die in the
world we’ve created

we are reborn into the
world we destroyed

a circle carved into
your lover’s flesh

a new day

wake up slowly and
without regret

crawl down the stairs
and out the back door

smile blindly into the
unforgiving sky
while our sons and
daughters burst into
                     flames



Monday, December 24, 2012

static




 
 
 
the sea of static
 
 
 
 

mary's house




yellow light into grey,
       end of november,
             almost warm,
          almost hopeful,
and when you’re tired of being an artist or
      when you’re tired of bleeding for minimum wage,
      when you’re tired of sorrow,
                           tired of breathing,
there’s always suicide and
it’s not like i’m telling you something new here

it’s not like i’m saying
anything at all