1991
I did it to myself
Buried evidence in my flesh
Sang no more, denying music
At least a decade of numb decay
Spent dying of security
Tag: Poetry
Poetry
Quietly Wild
Behind me wreckage lies
Before me cinders fly
The Light Is On
I have ticked forward. One eternal second on the clock. The small thing that feels like forever.
Read MoreLife in the Summer
I used to think I knew so much
And that was just yesterday
Prelude
Am I already singing? Is that my voice or hers? My image in the mirror looks the same, pleasantly unglamorous, growing slowly older. Except that now there is gold dust on my lips. I smile. I can’t help it.
Read MoreShadow Of The Toad Woman
Is she marking me or erasing a mark? Some long ago scar that I have chosen to ignore at my own peril? Or am I marking her? Finally claiming her as mine, telling her to come home? I sense that we are dancing, suspended above all these questions, for in the end it is the simple act of contact that matters.
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