desperation cuts the dangled string
you've swung for too long, and now
lights out, life's shout

all around you - the infinite

niceties, tiny things, keeping you
tethered to a place that bleeds. you

have fallen silently, so silently

onto new-deaf ears. the
migranity, insanity, depravity in
all this inner pain

shot-riddled any last semblance of caring;
burned the eyeholes of my concern into

ash, empty charcoal sockets.
no one hears the screams in my eyes.

kill the silence, they are saying

silently. i do.




careless and evergreen
he fingers her bending,
stretches this bow;
awes the tautness
upon which he'll be strung.
repeated and endless
are the marks of his choosing.

he will break her
as she bends over
backwards for him,
all the while it looks
as though he cries
on her shoulder.

how will some green pliancy
remain if she's sapped,
how will he love
what he has
and has broken?

together, building
some easy-broken thing.
no matter - as long
as it's together.

at least they can't be
alone anymore - she says.

he is still cowering
some dark corner -
the storm sill raging
outside the trees
scream at his hiding,
snap in the wind,
branch the sudden distance
between him
and her closet-self.