Posts tagged poem
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes,
madwomen. I see men with quiet,
gentle women— I see them in the supermarkets,
I see them walking down the streets together,
I see them in their apartments: people at
peace, living together. I know that their
peace is only partial, but there is
Have you ever really listened to the small changes in tone when talking to different people?
I have
I do it all the time
So I wonder
What is it about the universe
That makes us have so many faces
And such ugly ones too
With too many eyes
And teeth too few
Their fillings and retinas
Screaming for truth
Lashing and gnashing
Unsure what to do
About anything
But be ready
Have you ever really heard it?
Profound silence
Infinity
I did once for no reason at all
Then I lost it
It was no one’s fault
Most of what happens here in no one’s fault
the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,
and lest this be taken for wry sorrow,
drown the spider in wine.
you are much more than simply dead:
I am a dish for your ashes,
I am a fist for your vanished air.
the most terrible thing about life
is finding it gone.
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for…
I’m still getting the hang of this Henry. I wish you were alive so I could thank you for your wisdom.
I feel like I’m spending all of my best moments underwater
And the times I could spend not being me
Why even bother
I’m falling apart
But growing extra body parts
To keep the important pieces on
I’m a puzzle that’s conscious of itself
Starving when I’ve eaten my full
I aim to destroy myself
Just a short something I’ve written recently. I thought it was worth a post.
