The subtle hole in the silver, dripping red.
Tag: Poetry
Blue Eyes
Her stare is paralyzing. Soft blue eyes like the sky a child would draw. Lashes protecting them like a fence. No resntment. The judgement. The pupils fanning out warmth and love. The stare of a loved one, the eyes of a mother.
Ending or Beginning
Moonlight shines on her diamond ring.Mascara smeared across her cheek. Stench of barf peeking through fresh lavender. Heels clicking on the stone steps. The shine vanishing and never to be shone again.
9’s
She stood tall above all the rest
Across the ocean to prove she is the best
Not in her accomplishments
To most others astonishments
Now everyone knows she is well-dressed
Fields
He lays in the hayfields, stationary, baking in the sun rays. The lifting breeze carries hay away and him with it.
Gameshow
Mark said he wants to be in a game show
Got tickets for one in Tokyo
We got on a plane
Mark was sipping champagne
Canceled and never even got a memo
Poetry
Poetry is not my strong suit
It is beautiful with no substitute
What am I doing
This is my undoing
I will sit here and wait for my lawsuit
Writing
Under this lamp back at this writing
Outside shouting they will not stop fighting
They are from the south
She hit him in the mouth
I am done fuck you and your skywriting
Muhammad Ali
Step in the ring with the king
He has you like a puppet on a string
He will aim for your throat
Do not blink you’ll miss him float
Soon to be asleep from a Ali sting
R.I.P
Wolf Boy
The wolf boy cried to the moon missing his mother
Wang laughed what a dick brother
Brother Wang get lost
Wolf boy sat crisscrossed
To howl at his earth mother.
