"forbearer" poems
Show me the marks on your arm
Where your cruel forbearer
Laid his fist
Show me the lines under your bracelets
Where you dragged the blade
Across your wrist
Don't hide the painful memories
For every wound I will heal
As I kiss
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
being forever
your pain's forbearer,
you're not
listen however
learn to be clever,
you got
be your own lover
forget the others,
be haught
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
It was the night of the thundersnow,
Meteorological harpie normally reserved for our northern brethren.
She stood grimly at the window,
In wait for a dawn which would not come
Save for the odd light, the incongruous rumbling,
Mock forbearer of those easy languid evenings of August.
She'd made some noise approximating a sigh,
Then returned to undress,
I hurriedly unlacing my boots, removing my pants,
(My feigned nonchalance a foolish, pitiable thing)
And I remember her ******* as oddly demure,
Her ******* bewitching gumdrops,
The triangle below her waist downy, almost kittenish.
I'd broken her maiden clumsily, eagerly, all unheeding haste.
We'd lain next to each other for a short while afterwards
(The schools already closed for the next day,
Her father recently gone to the boneyard on Ludlow Hill,
She soon to be shuttled off to some spinster aunt in Dillsboro.)
I'd nattered on about summer vacations and thens and laters;
She'd said little, simply studying me with the bemused half-smile
One saves for sad dreamers not intimate with the knowledge
That notions of tomorrow and forever are strictly for suckers,
And as I strolled home come mid-morning,
The sun implacably straddled the sky,
Leaving the sidewalks and shoulders of the road
Completely dry, as if the night before had been a thing
Of perhaps-only, of dreams and tales for a later time.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC