begins his long march
which is a trespass
across strange earth.
of the foreigners
to whom he is the foreigner
are silken whistles
which he misses.
This is a long march.
This is a strange earth.
I am my own stranger.
AmpersandsThis quiet nightAmpersands by ashellessmind
I rescind belief
Their patient meaning
collapses into impatience.
Listen for this virtuosic
language to conclude.
Now single nouns
must be governed
by single adjectives.
A reflection of
my own singleness,
a reflection upon
my own lack of governance.
Their meaning of unity
I reprove. Their meaning
I beg to cease.
Let there be no remnant
for a remainder.
Let there be
no more anymore.
Of endings, I can see
only one. A period
upon this long period.
A plague upon all waiting.
Rain TracksThe insinuation of softRain Tracks by ashellessmind
rain into my listless ears
dispirits, disengages, distances,
detracts. 24 years, seized with
yearning, collapse--one into another.
The year I became a Christian,
which is the year you drowned me
with love, recast as an absent stage,
the seat of lingering & malingering.
Even malediction gives way to its own
rhetoric, growing malleable & impalpable.
I hardly exist: spurred on in spurts.
& so a sputtering like rain tracks
is laid upon my brain pathways.
A Saturday spent silent, in sky-watching &
sound waves, as a warper & a wonderer,
as a wearisome husk, as nothing
but a weight, whittled thin, hollowed
out, watered down, waiting for my bride.
Rape WordsURape Words by ashellessmind
Can’t write no poems
outta rape words
get inside yo mouth
& won’t let ne good words out
push inside yo mind
& suck yo best thoughts dry
press against yo chest
& suffocate w/e
wants 2 b expressd
swim around inside ya
curse ya shove ya blind ya
cry cry cry cry
Dreaming of Cameron MorseDreaming of Cameron MorseDreaming of Cameron Morse by ashellessmind
after Du Fu
This, then, is how I will position myself
at last, as you are leaving me,
the wild one, & myself the Confucian.
I, here remain: confined by my
& you: as wandering
as the wildebeest you narrate, that river merchant
of your own envisioning.
How ironic, then, that we who mixed
Xanax with alcohol,
whose roommates fled, going insane
would do nothing more at your Bachelor’s
party than remember the other
and hold a discussion with our fiances present!
The truth is we have both mellowed with age,
& you, being older, perhaps
have mellowed even more than I, taking a responsible
job & a wife, settling down,
even if in Beijing.
This is the only thing for which I can never forgive you:
that being older, you were always
a couple of steps ahead:
first to write a decent poem, first to write
the other off, first to marry, without even
telling me, first to fly away
& when I pursued, first to fly away again.
Sweetly Close to DeathSweetly Close to DeathSweetly Close to Death by Xvania
Always asking for more
looking on at the first of
the many- bathed so sweetly
close to death, but stronger.
humans only need forever
to get better, get richer,
sometimes the purple flowers
sitting along the roadside are
enough, but not always.
always asking for more.
going on, going on our merry way.
centrifugal force keeps us rooted
to our spots, watching lives spin out.
marred by the calloused hands
of an old rubber man
who believed that words were
for the weak and the many,
but actions were the truest
the ripples seeping out
from under an autumn
leaf fallen in a creek,
the sound rippling
out so no one
it's like an ending.
it's like a song
that just won't stop,
so it keeps playing.
it's like tripping.
and we're tripped.
we're falling towards the ground
with our eyes wide open;
we're watching the
fallen be saved
but we watch as the
hope in his armsheartache bangs, acid rainshope in his arms by Eruantion-Nieriel
drenching the heart with pain
fear frustrates, hope disintegrates -
the shattering of a window pane
emotions race, tear drenched face
staring to the other side of the universe
bitter pill, bitter chill
a time slips by it gets worse
hearts melt, insults dealt
even if only from within
open-close, so many foes
hopelessness becomes a kin
tears cries, joys died
from the acid of disappointment
some kind of dreaded appointment
peace here, without fear
in the arms of Jesus Christ
hope restored, fear floored
His gift to us more than sufficed
tears He'll wipe, peace will ripe
creating hope and joy inside of you
hate melt, winds of peace felt
He is here no matter what you go through
Last LetterFrom the first dayLast Letter by Sunlight-Festival
I saw you
I knew I cared about you
It was tough, letting it out
But I found the gut to tell you 8 words:
"Want to go see a movie sometime?"
I was ready to turn red and
Walk away, when you said you were
with someone else
Except you didn't
"Sure. Want do you want to see?"
Floating, bubbly, I told you
And so we went and saw the
Soon, my doodles of hearts disappeared
As I spent more time with
You (That's right, you)
My world was a shade of
Your favorite color (I remember)
We had fights, of course
But in the end, we would say sorry
And move on, to a new day
That was before her.
When you told me you had to go
Blood, feeling, everything left me
I only thought one word (over and over)
"Because of the school" was your answer
I looked it up on the computer
Gosh. Remember how I whooped you
Eight games in a row, on a game I didn't
I found out you were going to
A good place, but I still cried
"I'll miss you. So much." Were my words
oldWe went to the library. I got two books. You dropped one as we left.old by Maude13
Little boy says,
"This is the funnest library ever!"
Mothers don't smile at me anymore when I say how cute their kids are.
Is it the hair or the cigarette in my hand?
You essentially called me a slut
and said you regretted losing it to me.
I've been called worse.
I was just biting my nails out of habit.