that last one was ******
                                                                   the poem was raw, gaping

my open wounds SCREAMING
                                                        “is anybody out there”

I won’t do it again.
I will burn my clothes
and shave my head
before i write another


I THREW
that ******* pen

into oblivion
destroying it in
a way
that it could never
be
un- destroyed- - fixed

my mind is so vivid, I can see
myself in a movie

starring me
titled “me versus that ******* pen”;

and I would film it, standing
behind the camera
and star in it,


                 red
throwing the                   pen

into the darkness
of the deep greyblueblack sky

I hope it never comes back.