treasure fiend;
never missed home
until it was gated up
–
chain link hugs
brought memories forward;
days when hugs were treasure
Tag: Writer
crashing attention
along the river bed
the storm flickers like a switch
drowning in my head
things you should say to yourself
i think you’re pretty
wonderful, outstanding
the love of my life.
i’ll let you down from time to time,
hang my head to the floor,
but you’ll always be there
when the chips are down
i know you got me.
you’re beautiful
you’re smile boils my blood
i think
i know you’re the one
i want to spend the rest of my life with
a worker’s visor
just be you
all day;
the hardest request-
the you you see was crafted for you
tailor made
the hand me downs just don’t work like they use to.
away from home
we’re not meant
to bend this way
will always
revert back
to upright
six, seven, eight
battered ribs
shattered nose
rattling skull
the taste of blood melted plastic,
the only good thing
is the cool canvas brushing my right cheek like my mothers palm.
i want to stay here,
staring eyes like a night sky
all so, obstreperous
for frame of reference;
like the first round, no faces
no names just eyes, flashes,
hazy-
than a meteor crashed into my skull
twice
and
i
still see those stars
re(turn) to an empty church
they worry;
wonder where –
wonder where – they’ve gone
leader to the silent prayer
like a roach with poison.
they still love, you
carefully manufactured poison
with love, but you must
know
you’re an imagineer
carrier of this art, this message
this this this-
you carried everything, in place
not a scratch a dent
the burnt pages were dealt with care-
never questioning
never wondering
just- keeping.
you worried, they appreciated
they’re back – in silence
Saint's Muse 