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  Oct 2018 Vinnie Brown
Nat Lipstadt
Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
Nonetheless,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath


Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
Perhaps,
it is all I know.


Jan 6, 2013
your effusive and lengthy comments are each a poem in their own right.  

Tinkered with June 22, 2013
With a push from Bala,
A serial peeper, thank God!
Vinnie Brown Oct 2018
I have this aesthetic idea in my head
Oddly enough it always calls for me
Being dead
Vinnie Brown Oct 2018
Chasing after you
Grasping at Hell
Was like playing Russian roulette
With a fully loaded gun
  Sep 2018 Vinnie Brown
Kkø
Bow your head and drown out the voices.

This is the word. I say to you and your lips alone.

“Kerosene never smelled so appealing as it did that day

we loved under the mask of fumes.”

Dizzy and lost. Our eyes shut to the heat of firestorms.

Between us, we were burning.
Vinnie Brown Sep 2018
My favorite part
Of making deals with the devil
Was how free I never thought I’d be
While I’m burning up never feeling so cold
Yet, Hell was comforting
It felt familiar
So unlike Earth, foreign and misplaced
Sort of emphatically beautiful
Like everyone just took a little more time
To understand that we all had sins
Sharing our hot coals with eachother
Watching the others hands burn
The smell of apple crisp
Seemed to be so homely after all
Vinnie Brown Sep 2018
I have seen, heard, and tasted
Many things in life
None of them quite compare to you
Vinnie Brown Sep 2018
And a man on the street told me
“Tread lightly, red sunrises bring heartache.”
What myths and such fantasy
Yet, here I sit at daybreak with bloodshot eyes
The blood red sun
Cascading everything
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