Saturday, May 21, 2011

News of an attempted murder

(You may not hear it in any news)


A thin string in
The neck
Gloved hands are
Dark
Bitter
Angry

A train broke
The silence
Opening me
To a death yet to come

I am happy to be here
In this eye of hurricane
Dark
Bitter
Angry

The string chokes
Opening me
To a dark desire
Engraved in my loneliness