Vulnerable

Vulnerable:
adj. capable of being hurt or damaged



Your gun to my head
Entire skin be now shed
Inside becomes out
Feet of clay without doubt.

Slumbering Boy

 
I'm so afraid.
I've forgotten how to function; how to breathe.
My lips are red and dry, and as cracked as my will.
Statues would blink, turn their heads, speak words
That could never be
as we passed by. You and I; impossible
With frenzy in Elysium and then
In the early evening autumnal, auburn light, all this truth
makes me slaver.
My pupils blown with thirst
Who am I to enjoy such fresh hope?
Each night, lying next to your warm ghost.
I tremble,
Filled with cornflower-blue dreams
And maddening, hopeful needs.
Sunlight and snow; beautiful; unavoidable opposites
That draw nearer with each touch our lips don't make,
And with every embrace we never share.



If things start happening, don't worry, don't stew,
just go right along and you'll start happening too.

~ Dr Seuss

Cornered And Devoured

I am flushed and warm.
I think I may be enormous,

--   from 'Letter in November' by Sylvia Plath




I bloom. No!
Rather...
I ripen and become a deep golden red;
Heavy and sweet.
Testing the branches that have held me for so long.
By a mercy will I fall
And be granted lenitive freedom
Will this imagined, glass-clear curse be lifted
For how long;
Until when;
And
Why now?
Boiled in my skin, near splitting.
Yielding to the sharp edge,
Wilting on the hot oil
Then
Seasoned with promise —
The vines of yesterday no longer around my
Arms and neck.
Now;
Compliant.
Now;
Wild.
Now;
Depraved.

I am
The wanton meal upon your table
Spread me thin,
Poach me.
Or slice me open and
Set me afire.

Whitewash

Matthew 7:20
Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.




Tempered heartbeat
Wrong side of the road
Upon a narrow ledge
Favonius has since claimed me

All my bills on black
I don’t care if I lose
Russian roulette; run amok
No longer afraid

Will I last?
Hold me under and see
A play; con; hook.
A Kansas City Shuffle.

Mockery mask
I am the fool no more.
Lessons not easily learned
This is how I still breathe

Tonight.

The Tower

The cunning and the forceful will win me both equally
It is the cocksure, the arrogant, and the false certainty of this that I cannot stand
It burns now, The Tower.
Perhaps we built it knowing we could never really live there.
I am changing, I am willing. I am Proteus.
But you have no surety of who you are at all
I didn’t create you or push you out, in this place
Nor did I posses any trace of leverage to assume you a changed state
And yet you hung it all on me as if I were there, only to take it
A prisoner in our Tower.
Nevermind
There is another now, and — like the pomegranate; broken —
I can finally see all the stars

Untitled [24.02.15]

You should be fearful for the girl that I slipped in and took
She’s not safe, she’s unclean, and she’s never coming back
Loosed the demons from inside long before the ground shook
I locked her downstairs lest we expose depravity black


~
it was time to purge -- after two weeks in the slough of despond. don't dance around, ask your questions. you know i'll say yes.
 

Lovely Moonraker And The Friday Eggs

Lovely Moonraker And The Friday Eggs

I wrote this last week, it's a secret thank you note. No doubt I'll have something hateful finished by Thursday, for it is the devil's day and this might just be the one that breaks me...










A single moment of kindness
I saw all of you
Your inner fool, you didn’t know
Not really
Wanting to tell it to me
The fact of
The thought for it
So simple and perfect
I’ll give you all
You want
Though, I would have
Either coin-side

Undo these fetters and
Set me free and then
We’ll see
My errant gifts
My tirelessness
I’m better than the truth
Though be I no sage
I’m all the fetid fun you’ll have
Now that you’ve
Opened me up
With this cupboard love.