Sunday, September 13, 2015

Toni Grote

May 26 Original Surreal Landscape 18x24 -- Toni Grote


this sound you make
like breaking glass
these walls you
pull tight around you
that turn to dust or
burst into flames and
the fact that who you are is me
midnight and sitting
in a room i don't recognize
driving in the emptiness
between two towns i don't know
in bed at some point and
my wife next to me crying
my hands finding each other
in the dim glow of the streetlights
and this idea of oceans
of escape or drowning
the money gone but the
age of salvation approaching
the possibility of hope
worth considering
and nothing more

Pilate in the age of oblivion

something obvious then
like the number of people who've
said they hate me
the speed at which a man
might fall
from the 98th floor
or maybe that you knew him
maybe that you slept with his wife
in a house
neither one of you called home
there are worse things
of course
but pain is pain
nothing grows in its shadow
and no one needs to breathe
no one tries to speak
it's enough to drive
the nails through the flesh
without hesitation