Poetry Of A Bad Week

Death Day

There was cruel unorthodox hope
In bright brilliant sunshine
Incongruent, at war,
With your strong sadness
Beating at the too-early Spring
Imperfect memories of a human
Who you loved all the same
I gave chicken broth and
Felt like a failure even though
It was enough, simply
Not beautiful happiness.
Funeral day was cold
Pure snow and dead fields of empty life
Turned to rain slush smoke
On fragile breath meeting air
Three red flowers, daisies,
For all your bravery.
A struggling catharsis because
These words won’t work and my heart
Is breaking.

Baise-Moi

Mine are the frail soft dreams lost inside
Wasted on desolate indignant rage
Full to brim of endless white pain of
Abstract and ungraspable missing you
Stuck silent within my shell of sex
Pale female curves sumptuous and greedy
Fed by framework of bones teeth lips
And tears from demoniacal green lagoons
Desiring to breed bulging impotent envy
From clownish mouth that screams in darkness
To eat from cup of flesh as we fuck our fears away
Fingers of exquisite violence deeply barely
Touching though of course you never did
Make me come to you through pounding
Rhythms of undesigned and accidental lies
Leaving unsatisfied minds utterly alone in
Ruined ugly perfect dignity surrendered at
Failure of you to say anything at all but absolutely
Nothing which was the secret shy image of
A private scared soul forever not mine to reach
Afraid of- what?


Music- Kings Of Leon- Charmer

xxx