"murks" poems
You've made your suffer very clear
In anguish's cutting headlights
You are a fragile deer
Glass organs pop under foot
Your psyche crumbles into dirt
Glass murks reading worse
Than it ever has
It ever has
In this one bedroom den, I'm the wolf
Once I was a scrapyard mongrel
Once you were my wide world
Presently avatar of indifference
You've become a cyclone fence
Every dawn sweet music cedes
Every dusk, must evade sleep
Evade sleep
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Dressed in titillating shades
and the allure of today...
Bent back...
Dragging
the tattered tassels
of yesterday’s folly.
Sporting a mask
adorned with
the most lavish
of paints albeit a husk
that once sang proud,
the colours
of his anthem.
His smile incites
the reciprocation
from those around...
Yet it’s all but
plastic.
An ascot of the finest silk.
Soft and extravagant yet...
Tied too close to skin -
a noose around the neck
that wears him instead.
He is a ghost.
A hapless man
dressed in the present,
looks to the future
but wades through
the murks
of the past.
Have you seen him lately?
.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
frog feet lean towards him
they bound
and leap
but
reptile
metaphors
hold
no
agency
when
frogs
are
actually
amphibians.
gills or no gills,
the feet pendulum.
One reptile life is not enough.
lay
out
options
lie to me.
give me lungs AND gills.
The water murks and reflects a familiar hue,
the land beckons
i want to breathe
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
I work hard, hardly work, hard's the work, they be smoking that **** until they heart burst, in the hard murks, the devil is lurking his heart hurts, looking too hard though hollows will rip your hard shirt, and they out, Erk! Back to the beach with no certs, where they don't perk, surf, and treat girl for what they are worth, the world has allot of Kurts but Casanovas just overworked, Three-time felonies and them Athens that go to church, plus police make it worst "protect and serve" it's more like "protect and survive" cause they shooting first and it seems "blacks" are the ones that decriminalize. (Through our eyes)
It's Hard.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
When,
the being, surly murks,
hobbles, heart-bulb hurt,
in furtive mist,
obscured
when
fields of the falling mind, pine
sight-less in a fog-banked shawl,
lured, hurriedly by nothing
more than fear
-I will still believe, it's somehow, there-
that sailboat
with seabird halos
gliding, dearly
down the dusk
with just enough
to love
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 3:18 AM UTC
not letting the fact we don't have much to say
get in the way of the fact that
you don't need reassurance in people
but here you come driving in the dark
to see me
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC