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dean Jan 2014
and
we are the sacrilegious baptizing
saints, flinching away
from rosaries and counting
sidewalk cracks
dean Jan 2014
i slept alone, your
wrists were my hair. delilah
mine, i still love you.
dean Jan 2014
today the marsh
had a viking
funeral
              all the
trees and all
the brush floated
along in their
frozen beds of
ice
      the birds
sang in memoriam
and even from
behind the glass
we turned
                   our
heads away
                      i
wonder where you
are and whose
funeral you're
                          watching
redux of 5 january, riffing on the same theme, different ending. the real question is: will i ever write with punctuation again? the answer is likely no. here i go talking to myself again. goodnight.
dean Jan 2014
i have
many flaws
this i
have always
known i
snap my
gum i
eat too
much my
accent is
far too
heavy for
this midwestern
town and
i stand
too close
to the
street while
waiting for
the light
to change

today i
waited in
the bus
lane and
didn't realize
until the
girl beside
me screamed
as the
bus sped
past inches
from my
face i

guess i
forgot that
not everyone
wants to
cease existing
so badly
they subconsciously
hope for
a bus
to flatten
them on
their commute
dean Jan 2014
it's not your fault
that sometimes the i
in living is silent

i think some people
are born to live

and some people

are just born
cells, veins, flesh
but without the dry eyes
that life demands
dean Jan 2014
today the marsh
had a viking
funeral - all the
trees and all
the brush floated
along in their
frozen beds of
ice. so when
you say that
winter only brings
death, you're right -
but the ice
that kills is
the ice that
carries and i
promise when it
comes time for
your burial you
will drift out
proud, victorious, a
conqueror even of
eternity

               and i
with my warm
hands and aching
heart

           will follow
you to valhalla
and far beyond.
dean Jan 2014
it has been [43] days since i missed a dose
of you
             strange to think
                                         that you have always choked
on me
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