"elative" poems
Rachel’s hair, black as ink,
splatters my blank skin.
It’s a rewrite for bad readers,
a stroll for quick-to screamers,
a phone call at 3 a.m., and
a sickening high that just won’t end.
Rachel’s teeth, sharp/jagged like littered glass shards,
dig into my aged, faintly seasoned flesh.
It’s a feast for lazy vultures,
an eyesore for devout heathens,
a dusty revolver on a Sunday, and
a lone drunk at a flybuzz wedding.
Rachel’s soul, battering ram/sputtering mad,
dilutes toxic mine, leaves only the rind.
It’s a constant reminder for dangerous nostalgia,
a blanket smoldering in fire within winter-without-end,
a handshake and a heart attack for closest kin,
an elevation, a joyous atomic cloud, and
a sky crying elative confetti tears of future me.
Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
D etermined To Eradicate His
Antagonistic Psychosis, The Bane
Of His Post-Last-War Existence, He
E mbarked On His Campaign, Less A
Scripted Strategy, Less Armament,
and Less Allies About His Flanks.
S he Not Only Emerged As His
Struggle's Armistice, The Indefinite
End To Combat, But Also As The
I mpetus Enlightening The Conflict's
Necessity, Verified Justification, The
"Casus Belli."
R elative To One Another,
Omnipresent Memories Of Her
Love And Realization Of His Valor
E mpowered Him To Accept Nothing
Shy of Defeat From His Adversary,
Traumatic Stress, For His Cause,
A Forever With Her.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
T wo
W eeks
E arly...
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N ot
T he
Y oungest...
,
F orever
O btaining
R adiant
T wo
H ues
O nly
F or
F ew
E yes...
,
B right
R ivalries
U nite...
,
A new
R elative's
Y earling...
Hello Again, My Reminder Of my Birth
2-24-00
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC