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

Monday, May 16, 2011

Remote Love


Night

I loved her
Through my phone

We are together and apart
Alone in the midst of a web
Hot and cold at the same time
Made love in between

I loved her
Like a cold wind loving the
Dark night
Whispering to the
Split bamboos

The final mourn escaped
From her lips
Reached my ears
Heart
Hard on

It split
Spilling my identity
Hot, rusty
My body crumpled
As an antique ship

A scrap set to melt