Friday, December 26, 2014

Gradations

Shades of blue
are you asleep now?

I hail the street car
yell (yell, shout, scream)
his memory of the incident remains hazy

Her moment awash in emotion
black (right, grey, blue)
shades of black

Beyond their notion of good for one another 
lay absolute end
cry (cry, move, shut)
their remembrance both eventually marred
by their mutual spit

And anger directed towards such things
not of their own desire
is an untimely occurrence- 
darker now

A shade of blue
have I remained asleep? 
astray?
amongst (lost, without, within)

Is it such?

That that which scorns me makes me whole?



Sunday, December 14, 2014

The Earth Is Made Of Ass

Aghast, the man spoke in quivering tones.

His cadence more revealing than he'd like to believe, he made his way the three feet or so towards the door only to turn.

There she was, staring.

A look he couldn't understand.
The mattress on the floor, dirty sheets -
they continue to stare, uncertain.

On the nightstand lay the black cutting board, glass and all; lines still fresh from the recent cut of the metrocard. The silence still there. It (shame) coated the room thick, reminiscent of the humidity at the end of Florida heat.

Ash & smoke.
Unkempt & lost.

The harder parts were easier to remember.
Had they, he, been here before?
This silent, deafening hell?

It all seemed so familiar, so close, but he had no memory of ever actually leaving the room.
They continue to stare, but as the first tear began to make its way down her cheek, he suddenly felt a slight revulsion & turned to exit the room, open the door.

Anything he felt, to leave this place.
As his hand met the doorknob, there was flash.

Aghast, the man spoke in quivering tones;
his cadence more revealing than he'd like to believe.
He made his way the three feet or so towards the door only to turn -
there she was, staring.

It was then he realized,
this must be hell.