Taru Marcellus

Taru Marcellus Feb 2014

burrow a black hole in the middle of a page
carefully place a stick of dynamite in it
crumple that like the trash this world treats people like
then swallow it down with vanity as a chaser
and watch as your fingertips dance with waves of stars
coursing flames of enlightenment to the roots of your toes
you will not be here anymore
but I cannot guarentee you will be anywhere

old in response to Dre G

Taru Marcellus Feb 2014

Only the Good Die Young

sometimes I wish I were a martyr
a Billy Joel punchline that hit premature
I wish that something would strike me
so that I could feel struck instead of stuck
sometimes I wish I had a cause worth dying for
then I could truly feel alive

Taru Marcellus Feb 2014

Seven Minutes: Big Ego

me & mine, you & yours
ego often de-vou-ers
the right intentions are left to die
in crossroad streets with blurred out lines
the 'I' of the storm is calm but unclear
swayed by petty winds of fear
me & mine, you & yours
'I' alway(s) win(s) in ego wars
the battlefields are laced with bias
mine -fields that cannot deny us
me & mine, you & yours
I'll sit this out, it ain't my course

6 minutes. I write seriously slow...and think at that pace too. My most recent poem has been a work in progress for going on two weeks now

Taru Marcellus Feb 2014

Elizabethan Sonnet: Olde English

this type of poem is new to me
as fresh as stale Olde English
the malt is flowing into me
and soon we'll both be finished

the cheapest of the bottom shelf
this poem is an insult
to Shakespeare and his flock of elves
it mocks their olden art

Elizabeth would have my head
hung in her court for sport
and so it is with heart of dread
I offer this retort

be weary of the ancient forms
they come with hidden ancient norms

this was SO hard. I swear when making this insult and art rhymed in my head lol

Taru Marcellus Feb 2014

My Finger Pricked: Drifting Identity

the self harm thing is not for me
but in mind's eye I still can see
a pricked identity leaves a trail
effortless [and gross] like a snail

Taru Marcellus Feb 2014

Foggy Mind (15w)

we need some clouds up in this piece*

~the dying wish of a sunny day

Taru Marcellus Feb 2014

Lost Mid-Train

I once saw an eye on the floor of a subway car
I was not drunk
or high
or delusional
I was sober minded
in the most silent of ways

...months later..

that eye has disappeared under the footsteps of millions of New Yorkers
*a crowd clouds even the soberest of things