I want to be
a vibrant
crossbow
a lively arrow
into your
heart
I want to be
a vibrant
crossbow
a lively arrow
into your
heart
I want to be
her Pangea
I want to be
her stained glass
her image
in rain drops
her vestige
in icicles
I want to be
something
more than
just me
a shared Picasso
a lifted Van Gogh
I want to be
an inspiration
to others
but I cannot
uplift myself
I want to be
a display
in stenciled
brilliant lights
I want to be
a snowman
in a perfect
Christmas village
she would be
my icicle lights
my perfect display
self sustained
my perfect
melted
manifesto
my out of order
every day
I am a mud pie
I am the sleep in her eye
I am a misfire
I am the opposite of die
I am still sleeping
I am the opposite of dream
She is
the pendent
on my breast
She is
the reason.
Proud to have my poem Techno Haste featured in the pages of Hellbent Magazine’s winter issue. You can tell that the editors — Yve Chairez and Alyssa Ammirato — put a lot of blood, sweat and tears into the magazine. I especially love the haunting imagery by Toby Penney:
Click the cover image above to read the magazine.
Blue spires
riding my mind
up elevator
raising icicles
on Christmas trees
revising my will
in the dark
changing my face
to meet
your demands
by candlelight
I am listening
to the sounds
of my youth
two thousand and one
System of a Down
the lyrics
resonate
it’s all so
relevant
right now
I’m 15 years older
but how the fuck
have we not progressed?
we are stuck in the stone age
as we bomb our enemies
into the stone age
we are proud
of our technology
proud of our
distractions
but nothing’s changed
& we claim
we’ve come so far
So much pain
& hurt
how do we weigh
our worth
against it
I sit here
& read the news
& drink my beer
& wash my tears
away
I’ll send a card
& hope it helps
& brings a smile
to this
parentless child
but I feel jaded
& I can only hope
that this child
has more hope
than I
washed ashore,
recently passed from
perfect as you’d expect
come upon a string
raw & boiled
icy white
routinely hailed