Theanm Ankh Is Also Human

Theanm Ankh Is Also Human Oct 5

Do you think of me?
With the back of my hand clasped between these teeth
And how?
Tell it to me plainly through the lines on your palms
And whisper into my mouth,
Where
And wherever won't matter;
We don't hear each other

Bells won't sound when I know it's over
Only the outcry of a forlorn rooster
Sung without a shadow of a doubt

Theanm Ankh Is Also Human Jul 30

Face it

The tongue is the morning star
Crushed tin
Flailing aluminum stakes
Strapped to the *** with diet cola cans
Sweet and sticky
Sweating in the hot summer sun
A
Sky blue blanket abuzz with gnats
Say it's over
Blasting out
Say it's over
Burning up
Say it's over
Say it's over

#august

Theanm Ankh Is Also Human May 3

Holding Out

I sit in my
Small plastic chair
In my isolated one-house
School room

The empty alarm rings
A protean tune for two

Me, sat still
Legs folded, the smell of pencil shavings in the air
And you, running through the hallway
Breakneck speed, lips parted, teeth bared

Do it to me because
You have to
Because I am a fool

Not quite tall enough to
Take it from you

Jan 20

Yonah Jeong

Jan. 20, 2025, piled up in darkness

even in the east
and in the west
light piled up in darkness

I look out and see
wolves and sheep
there is no difference

they can't keep it away
with fireworks
and breaking windows

immeasurably
in the distance
the little stars whisper

“please don't let us be seen?
In broad daylight.......”

sparks and shards of glass
do not become stars.

Theanm Ankh Is Also Human Jan 20

Lynchless

Lit tunnels and less lit tunnels
Where is the light at the end?

I want the warmth of the train's headlights
And I want the conductor to feel bad
When his breaks don't work in time

Inescapable Death Upon Impact
You can try and lift both feet off the tracks
Hurl your torch into the groaning abyss
Pry the railway from the ground

Alas

What goes up
Must come down
Every flame that flares in
Must fade out

Tonight I'm remembering and mourning the loss of the great visionary Mr. David Lynch. I sometimes think I've come to accept death as a fact of life and therefore defeated grief, but Mr. Lynch is on that list of people who have it in them to remind me otherwise. It's felt a little like a part of my soul is missing, since his passing. One day (probably fairly soon) that feeling will also meet its end, maybe.

#death #loss #grief #fate