Curmudgeon is a Kind Word |
I know about the years you workedTo put food in their mouths,And straighten my mother's teeth;Educate her-So she could get marriedAnd have me.I know about The winter coats you bought, The flannel shee...
Posted by Häxan on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 12:07:00 PST |
For Want of Insurance |
The slow throb of decayPulses in my jaw,And I fish sliver-thin shardsFrom the moist dark Of my mouth.Gingerly, I chew,Digging kernels of riceAnd bread from my tooth.My tongue explores The cavernous vo...
Posted by Häxan on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 12:03:00 PST |
untitled new poem that sums up my day |
My boots are heavy
on the wet pavement,
scuffed,
caked in mud.
Against the wind
my lips pout out,
chapped,
set in a line.
Down the street
the sun is coming out,
bright,
and just out of reach....
Posted by Häxan on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 09:06:00 PST |
Immorality & Apathy |
How quickly I revert to old habits.
Like a song in the blood,
Something you gave me long ago;
A mantra whispered by the slough
And shuffle of blood cells,
Mouthed by my ventricles.
Its second nature b...
Posted by Häxan on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 01:08:00 PST |
American Pastime |
I am tired of seeing
summer vacation attire;
shorts & polos & tees
like a uniform.
Tired of the smell of sunscreen & money
rolling off the bodies in the crowd.
I want to push you people o...
Posted by Häxan on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 10:26:00 PST |
burning into rebirth |
You can't touch me anymore.
I'm evaporating.
Turning into smoke.
My skin a fine, papery ash
that flakes away under your fingers.
I don't belong to you anymore.
Burning away.
This heat that
I can no lo...
Posted by Häxan on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 07:52:00 PST |
Ambrosia |
Today
all I can smell is myself,
sickly sweet, and warm.
Between bone-white legs
The cloying vapors
rise like smoke.
A liquid ambrosia,
permeating my skin
and pervading my thoughts.
There is barely r...
Posted by Häxan on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 10:07:00 PST |
no truth on paper |
I lie alone with the page
envisioning
my thoughts put down
in perfect clarity.
But as soon
as pen hits paper,
my lies find their way through....
Posted by Häxan on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 10:05:00 PST |
Down |
I am trying to
eradicate these thoughts from myself.
Trying to pluck them out like weeds,
pulling the roots of negativity
from my mind.
This twisted sense of
self preservation.
This self destruction...
Posted by Häxan on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 10:03:00 PST |
Censorship |
In my desire to be understood
I have simplified myself.
I have tidied myself into neat equations,
a series of geometric curves
and angles.
I am edited,
cut down,
carefully run over with a fine tooth ...
Posted by Häxan on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 09:57:00 PST |
