Poems

no one seems to have posted any of their stuff here, so i will be the brave soul to go first.

Through the bottom of a dark brown bottle

The sharp rustle of my delicate skin sliding
On sharp blades of grass faintly reaching
my ears.
And you, slipping in and out of that milky stream, illusive
Behind solid glass construing
Your perfectly chiseled marble
Reminding me of my unfailing cowardice seen
Through a bald, bitter, Budweiser.

Consciousness, lightly blowing kisses on my lips
Leaving gritty chunks of dirt to dig deeper
And deeper beneath my fingernails.
Then comes the tingling rainbow of pins and needles in my knees
Standing immobile on your slab of stone

I can no longer shift my weight to quiet
My restless discomfort, or guilt
At having lost you
Or rather, what would have been you.
That tiny embryo of misused passion and a motel room
Mocking me, through this bottomless
Dark brown bottle

Sliding from my long beautifully artistic
Now unfeeling fingers
To pollute this gushing torrent of My freshwater
Tears staining tan parchment,
Blotting ink, turning blue
The words of this hopeless apology.