Saturday, June 15, 2013

solus


solus

hope was
a thing
you told me
to believe in.

truth being
unseemly -
ghosts of
silent careening.

inside i
can hear me -
the whispers
echo eerie.

the thoughts
inside me -
they echo
whisper clearly;

“please don’t leave me”

Monday, June 10, 2013

these days


like sweat stains falling from wet graves
pet names (old flames)

things not happening in old ways
i waved (“you shaved”)

people not talking to my face
interlace? (no case)

distaste everything that i placed
disgrace
these days everything is misplaced
seems great
no way
things aren’t falling into their place
it’s fate
whatever