she lost her heart today
a clumsy thief took it away
locked in his chest
to replace the one
that skipped away
Posted in Halloween Project II: A Countdown to Halloween, tagged food, halloween, heart, organs, poetry on October 6, 2012| Leave a Comment »
a comatose heart on an embalming table
makes the sound of bulky vegetables in a food processor
spin-chop-spin-chop, pulse-pulse
a deformed organ numb to cancerous whispers of escape—
a tumble off the table during clumsy injections of adrenaline
spin-chop-spin-chop, pulse-pulse
a comatose heart on an embalming table
bleeds from cigarette burns and cuts on all sides
death glides above and waits
for the heart to succumb to malignant hope clogging its valves
Posted in Love and/or Friends, Poetry, Valentine's Day: Nuggets of Joy?, tagged heart, hearts, poem, poetry, Valentine's Day, writing on January 30, 2012| Leave a Comment »
In the silence of time
i heard a slight,
irregular- rhythm.
the buzzing of my computer
transported me;
countless sighs and cries
of failed “love” left behind.
i think it’s time for barbed twine
around my organ of angst and fear,
to unwind and challenge us both?
Posted in Love and/or Friends, Poetry, tagged dawn, heart, soggy, water on December 20, 2011| Leave a Comment »
my hood was up
the rain came down
i tripped on a puddle
on the way to drown
my mind was cluttered
my bones shuttered
each time i killed you
in my mind
maybe then i could unwind
doubtful
since it’s not about you,
i only wish i knew
what threw my mind in a jagged screw
i meandered on as i began to drown
only to find my thoughts had gone
to find a heart made of dawn.
Posted in Food, Halloween Project: A Countdown to Halloween, Poetry, tagged food, halloween, heart, meat, poetry on October 19, 2011| 1 Comment »
the fingers guide the victim toward their awe
dirt scurries for safety under nails
sweat mingles with spices within wrinkles of skin
salty heart beats less with each slice-
exact payment for each bittersweet sin
Posted in Halloween Project: A Countdown to Halloween, Love and/or Friends, Poetry, tagged blood, halloween, heart, mind, poems, writing on October 12, 2011| Leave a Comment »
the soft, warm part of my heart
loves a guy so devoted to his special lady.
the dried bloody part of my heart
gags silently in the corner.
the deep red ink is crushed into paper
with the force of my angst and pen.
tangled phrases trudge through my boggy mind
each evening I dip my quill in their head
and leave my wounded words behind.