I use my brain
said the dog
so it can’t touch me here
this moment when the other minds rush
almost stop breathing
in the push for the lightness
a freedom from the shrieking points
I’ve heard masters call guilt,
men standing at the door,
watching as the rest slip past
wondering if it will still be bright out
when they wake up.
Image by © Chris Galford.
Darkness
Begets salvation.
–
Closed eyes embrace
Wide-spaced longing,
Riveted in fire like
Old angels lacquered
With the doubt—
–
The weight,
They will come to call it,
It lies heavy on the backs
That would toil clouds
To submission.
–
Naked passions
Circumvent the sense of it,
Armani dreams, Gucci heart
Wing-tipped longing stands
Fleshy and forgotten.
–
Icarus saw this
Falling.
* My latest work for One Shoot Sunday. Based on the images I provided this week when I graffiti’d One Stop. Yes, that’s right – my travels around Lansing have yielded a great deal of graffiti photos, and this week we decided to plaster this little offering of rebel-art up for all you fellow poets to pour over. So have a look, see what catches your fancy, and enjoy!
Humanity confessed disease.
Sobered, the clay laughed,
and bitterly it asked
if that came with ease –
no solemn song
might ever heed its wrong.
* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well–they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
Downtrodden disaster
Dragging destitute through dirty drives,
The ice has broken through
And the hole is widening
As the whole is dividing
This trek, all too familiar
Along this arctic road
Is better left to
Colder men than I.
It’s breaking—
Broken, gone
Everything is cracking
At the seams—
Deep diving through the murk.
Heavy breaths hang
A crystallized admission
But no matter the passing
These burdens never lighten.
My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
The Waking Den 