he feeds his demons well
alone in the dark
preparing for war
says he craves peace
but finds battles in
every encounter
warring the world
a world he created
black upon black
alone in the dark
he feeds his demons well
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Showing posts with label d-verse poets. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
unhooked.....
a flame burned
out, not
through
grooves of
entrenchment
dug, then
left behind
like lines
etched onto
glass
cool to the
touch
but still
rough
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
walking wounded ......
I dreamed I
lay
flat
Gasping
A crowd of
the
curious looking down
on me
My chest –a
gaping hole
a spear run
right through it
I woke with
a chill
sweated out hours
later dancing
to zydeco
in the festival heat
Mid
afternoon,
browsing
stalls
hot, sweaty
smiling - oblivious
to my peril
the crowds
part and
there you
are
Arms open,
saying come
here
Your chest
to mine
arms tight
around me
soft words
kisses exchanged
at parting
People turn to
look
as I walk
away
Drawn no doubt
by
the squelching
sound
of the
sucking chest wound
reopened by
a blunt embrace
--happy to be part of the anniversary celebration @dversepoets
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Ghostly leftovers....
Every time I climb
into my bed
you’re there
A will o’ the wisp
haunting my nights
fleeting , ethereal
Ever again solid in that
pink mist just
before full waking
Your arms
wrapped snugly
spooning me
into a new day
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