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breathing
the darkness
lurking in the blinding sunshine
it is destroying me.
i am
delusional in a different kind of way
need everything i lost
say something
please
help me through
it's
so beautiful up here
but i am too scared to fall
for you
are you still listening
can you still hear me from your grave
(wilted roses at the floor our
haunted ocean ballroom)
i have fallen too late.
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Literature
warmer and warmer
the drapes
greet me
an unpleasant
morning.
the sink
drip
drip
drips
again
& the tiles
are colder barefoot.
there is a pile of
newspapers on the
marble counter
& dead quiet
in the air-
until steam
billows from
the coffee mug.
sunlight
beams in the room
like a visitor
& breakfast
comes in with
a sweet smile.
it was 6:30 when
i was alone,
but 7:00
arrived
like a neighbor
& i am happy.
i have myself,
oversized t-shirt
& messy hair
& the warm
comfort of my
own skin.
i was alone.
i'm not anymore.
Literature
Hate
I hate
I hate well
I hate feverishly
I am the churning acid in your stomach
I am the blood pounding in your head
I am the white-knuckled fist clenching to strike
I am the red haze dimming your eyes
and clouding your mind
I am the rage that lashes out at the weak
the small and defenseless
justified by tears and fueled by alcohol
I hate passionately
I am the shaking in your hands
and grinding teeth
nails digging into your palms
I am everything you hate
boiling to the surface in a froth of
bile
blood
and excrement
I am the indiscriminate spray of bullets
at the school
church
nightclub
I am the madman raving on the news
heaping blame
Literature
Winter
onderwater groeien bomen ondersteboven
de winter is een spin
die tussen takken haar witte web weeft
waarin het zonlicht blijft steken
de kou ruikt als poedersuiker
op smoutenbollen
de kou klinkt als de belletjes aan de halsband van de kat
aan de koelkast hangen
onder de verlopen waardebonnen
en het tijdsschema van lijn 86
foto’s van dode kinderen
bevestigd met een magneet in de vorm van een ananas
mijn man houdt van ananastaart
ik niet
ananas smaakt naar angst en mislukking
ik houd van bakken
ik klop het deeg met de hand
het geluid van de kerkklokken
wordt gedempt door het web van rijp
dof zoemend gebrom en heldere tonen wisselen
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