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m daly Mar 2019
hope for an accident
hope for injury
not so that you
feel something
a stale trope
you already feel too much
hope for
marginal catastrophe
hope for
the ability to point
to that one thing
and say that is why
m daly Feb 2019
temper unreliable
as the midwest weather
nights spent talking to the trees certain
as the dirt on your father’s grave
and god is his dampened smile
when he tells you he doesn’t trim his eyebrows anymore
because you told him you liked them wild
how many enigmas can dance on the
end of your cigarette
before sunrise
m daly Jan 2019
remember that when
your wavering soul
catches fire
for the second
or hundredth

when you call on me
once more
misery boiling over
a cascade of every
decision, you
never made

i will not be there
you are alone
m daly Jan 2019
you didn’t think
the lesions of my
were ****

you just had
to see me
as i am

harsh precision
my soul as a prism
for me alone

embarrassing to say
you were the first
not to get hard
when i took my lithium

the right thing
at wrong time
how cliché
m daly Jan 2019
she was god
the devil
she, religion

every time
we made love
i’d repent my sins
and hail mary
she’d kiss my arms
memories of her
left as bruises
m daly Jan 2019
my hand writing isn’t flowing
curving cursive
like a finger teasing down your spine
it’s rough
like the goosebumps
i wish i gave you
i want to decipher the brail on your arms
but i am not bold enough to touch you
m daly Jan 2019
was your touch as sacred
as i made it
or just the pieces
of a teenage dream
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