Sunday, August 27

untitled

unreadable
paled by random age
scarred by august rain
time unforgivingly stains

unspoken hymns live the un-dead
only callous
shut their quiet cries
unseen; none discover’d rage
spaced immovably in neat-ed lines

reigned untouchable in seasoned hands
to fade in forgotten land
a melody from memory
till sacred earthen dust

except nameless traveler
it’s worth, too dull to know
for fate might long have planned
to name a ciphered man

Friday, August 18

the art teacher

..then she goes
sunken mirror
she peels them off
she fixes them on
still painted chairs
she bruises her lips
& re-draws them again
poly-phony tune
she scratches a tooth &
suffocate
smokes a cigar &
all desire
bites an apple
she folds her legs
she rubs her neck
foul’d
she presses her hands
& bares herself
desperation
then..she fakes a smile
lowers her eyes &
lies back down
and..then she goes
brandished