It's taken a long time to build myself up to the stature of the figure thus presented, and every day, I lose a little more. These are notes, in passing, of a journey that brought me here...
Everything is unsure,
unsteady footing, ground
that trembles underneath
with turbulence.
Nothing stands to reason.
Nothing stands at all,
invested with time-
bitter delays of a prophecy
gave way unto decay
and entropy.
***
Broken hands make heavy work-
hands that bleed
shake with trepidation
and make frail structures
where cuts smart.
***
Cancer!
Rot gut!
Bring it on!
I have need of venoms,
and will waste away
as a beggar who is always hungry
but I will never be
too scared to live!
***
Old red brick
against a pale blue sky,
so serene,
feels like dreaming
as my heart sinks hollow
in my belly,
holding hands with Paradise,
why?
It feels good to be outside.
***
Empty, eternal, grey
like gelid windows
glazed over blue
in infinite space,
vastness stretching from time immemorial
open roads lead to Rome
where my beauty sleeps...
***
Freezing cold,
kisses hurt the worst,
cuts a little deeper
in winter. Love like sun
thaws cracked skin,
brittle as bleached bones
on snow.
***
Rumble of a
'smoker's' cough, stagnant
like a burrowed toad
digging in to me;
dying to get in to you
***
Love rhymes with apathy
it is nonplussed
c'est ne plus
***
Insides hurting badly;
body broken,
bruised, black and blue-
waiting for buses at sunrise-
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