shaking my head
at the numbers
of possibilities
ways and means
not to be alone
you lay there
pathetic soldier
my bed you’ve slept
and i’m still
dirty within you
shaking my head
at the numbers
of possibilities
ways and means
not to be alone
you lay there
pathetic soldier
my bed you’ve slept
and i’m still
dirty within you
In and out. calloused valves. your my prettiest shadow.
Where do we go from here. The orchid died from darkness.
casting itself over my lungs. i’m not waiting so you know. for anything.
except the truth. changes day by day. what if you find out that the truth
doesn’t lie.
and it’s not as unkind as you make it. [...]
mostly disheveled. hair. late.
inherited a 30 year heartbreak.
everything goes missing
a cherry red chordroy jumpsuit. Skirt
big bird….who made you. yellow
she’s waiting to ask
and seeing you in places
hiding behind every swing set.
on the couch. In each nightmare.
Waiting and worms
did they fall from the sky….
she drops her eyes. hide.
why is the milk always bad
hurts. [...]
Black fingernails
that never went white
gramma said it was work
brown hair dirty
long body mean
glasses can’t see past
sensed you hated
everything you did was mad
trembling I trembled
near you i needed
my secret my empty heart
lied there on the floor
and waited and watched
would you ever see me
tell me what happened
make me better
cold on the floor
your sex made no sense
hungry and [...]
here feel this
rising up
bright red orange
commets, sky
explosions
my mind
turns in
on itself
tellin’ me to run
protect
Free verse is a term describing various styles of poetry that are written without using strict meter, rythum, or rhyme, but still recognizable as poetry by virtue of complex patterns of one sort or another that readers will perceive to be part of a coherent whole.