"clickclickclick" poems
Lately I have been hanging your voice on my wall.
It came in ten different frames,
and I spent hours adjusting them
until they hugged the wall at the perfect angle,
their gilded bodies pressing against painted emptiness,
whitewashed space.
And when I feel nostalgia
twining around my veins like wild ivy,
I only need to reach out and –
“Hello. My name is –“
“Hello. My name –“
“Hello. (Stop.) My. (Stop.) Name. (Stop.) Is. (Stop.)”
“Hellomynameis –“
Do you remember that?
Did you know my hands shook,
that I tripped over words like I do
with miniscule cracks in the sidewalk,
that my heart stuttered
thumpthump thu thump thuuump thumpthumpthump
and how it hasn’t quite been the same ever since?
“I love you.”
“I love (rewind) – love (rewind) – I love (rewind)– love (rewind)– I love you.”
“I love –“
“Iloveyou.”
You thought you could pry me open
and tear down my walls
and then suddenly you did.
It only took three words to start a hurricane in my heart.
Did you ever notice the aftermath,
the broken homes and homeless souls?
I am still rebuilding.
I hammered this one into my soul,
can still feel the echo of your words
pounding away in my bones:
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.”
“Good…(clickclickclick)… bye.”
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Person Number One
Looks at
Person Number Two
Person Number Two smiles and
Moves a little bit
Closer
Person Number One returns the
Smile
And inches
Even
Closer
Person Number Two closes their eyes and
Puckers their lips
Leans in
And
Person Number One closes their eyes
Just the same
And, wouldn't you know it
Puckers and leans
Person Number Two's lips touch
Person Number One's
And they share
That first
Kiss
Smiles all 'round
Both of their faces alight
Thoughts of happy futures and
Secure days
Ahead
Fast forward
A year or so
Person Number One slams their car door shut
Gets out
Walks through a
Large parking lot
No one around
Except Person Number Two
Person Number Two rushes
Politely
Toward Person Number One
Her heels make little
clickclickclicks
As she moves closer and
Closer in
They are five feet apart now
Person Number One smiles
Person Number Two's heels clickclickclick
And as sure as they do
Person Number One and Person Number Two
Stride, slide and click
Right
Past eachother
Without even a
Second
Glance
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
Sharp rocks mark my skin
Ice water fills my boots
There is a distinctive high whine
followed by a deafening explosion
4 dead
7 injured
The screams and shrieks
of men
who feel like boys
calling for their mother
or for a god
are drowned out by the
fast paced “clickclickclick”
13 dead
10 injured
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC