One more move, and,the forces ofnature’s wrathfulways and means leading the way tothe bloodstreamscome, to finishto defeat this soldierone more desperate cryagainst the background smoky noisesswirling voices pushing pulleysrending fleshone more year, of,the endless sighsand exhausted humanitysquatting withinthe electric fencesaround my mind.
What was that you said to me? How I’ve displayed acceptably, the writer of my poetry, the whittler of my money, my most treasured things, set on fire and slow burning, a fuse attached to everything, a gas tank that’s sputtering; What was that you threw at me? When neither of my hands was empty,Continue reading “Fallen Domain.”
I sent text messages, night after long night, feeling desperate to get, my words across right; I wrote of my feelings, regrets and concerns, admitted the fact, that I’ll never learn; I detailed discrepancies, that fuel the wild-fire, mapped out short circuits, to this explosive Live Wire; I blew up your email, unanswered and unread,Continue reading “From: Your Loving Saboteur.”
I know, I’m hard-headed.I always insist on seeing for myself, doing it myself, having that first-hand knowledge that I can truly rely and count on.I was listening to what everyone told me: the warnings and sound advice and cautious reminders.But I have to see for myself; to prove or disprove a theory through my ownContinue reading “Inner Boxing Matches.”