"unharkened" poems
“You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.” – Tyler Durden, Fight Club
You have a kind of sick
desperation in your laugh.
You always think of others.
They never do,
on your behalf.
He’s there you’re him.
You’re here he’s you.
He says he’s Tyler.
And you are?
Who?
Clinging to the manic sense
you get when you’re a l o n e .
String up the failing,
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
words,
you feel you must atone.
Who are you really?
Slipping
f l a i l i n g
unmissed and left to burn.
Black and darkened
Your heart unharkened
The page is left,
unturned.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC