Poems from SoliloquiesUnbridled
These my words and yet I stutter
So makes my mouth my mimicry
This my mind yet unfamiliar
And such this stutter shelters me
Such the art of...
Sat side by side are two.
The first, a dreamer, says, "Are we friends?"
The second is a woman with no taste
Who says in turn "As far as...
I think it's his eyes
Smiling wide
And watching
Mouth gone soft
Reverent
And his hands
Folded gently
Tucked in the other
That makes me
The...
There's more to hurt
If you look for the marks
The gaps you leave
Yawning chasms
The raw emotion
The fresh bleed of
Fear, rage
Pain
Still...
I've got dimes on my eyes
Pennies on my tongue
Cents for the senseless
Face long gone numb
I've got shells in my pockets
I've got mulch...