i’ve never been one
who’s got to have it
now, Now, NOw, NOW,
but temptation is strong
and giving in is easy
and even sweet, bitter-sweet
(like good dark chocolate),
passing through me
like an aphrodesiac,
sweeping me away
in a whelming flow,
washing away my conscious,
along with the dust
of a fractured soul.
Day: January 23, 2009
smack
poetrythe fragrance of rose buds in bloom
the fragrance of my kid’s poo poo
the way you smell after a plane
the way you often stink of shame
the fragrance that you smell when all
your friends quit smoking and you
pressed on to be “consistent”
missing all but your contentment
knowing smells bring back that shame
knowing music does the same
missing the smells of your first high school
the one before people knew the real you
knowing you can never go back but
never forgetting that fragrant smack
i will break
poetryinside my hallowed spine
there are worms and things
of much naivity
inside this spine of mine
is a spreading disease
killing everything
inside my rotten spine
hides everything i am
oh how can i stand
having such a spine
where things die
all the time
inside my hallowed spine
the sieve and the sand 