Sitting here with coffee
gazing at nights snowfall
I now hear the
growl of the snowplows
piling snow into corners
like security guards keeping
fans and morbid onlookers
from stars and accidents
and like I did
when I piled your
things at the door
after I found those
texts on your phone
Category: Start/End Relationships
FingersAndSuch
Before then when things
were bad I looked
for and reached out
to men as a
form of selfish distraction
I used them in
the name of desire
and affection and love
but it wasn’t love
I wanted their fingers
and only their fingers
to plug the many
holes in my heart
that had been eaten
away by a moth
who had been there
far too long and
way way too comfortable
here’s the funny thing
about wounds that I
know now the more
that you touch them
with fingers and such
the longer they remain
open the better way
to heal a wound
is by leaving it
alone and forget about
it it’ll heal all
by itself in time
just as mine has
ReallyReally
It’s just not
it’s not here
and not there
don’t tell me
to look there
for I have
I have looked
everywhere well everywhere
it’s ever been
and wherever I
have gone before
it’s just not
and now I’m
beginning to wonder
if it ever
really had been
if it’s not
where I thought
then really was
it ever really
LayWaste
After eight years
of living in
an almost constant
state of I-don’t-wanna
a few things
happened I laid
fire to earth
my world anyway
and those closest
were incinerated and
those farther afield
burned and those
even farther damaged
and forgotten as
I wandered torch
in hand seeking
a different settlement
which to burn
it ended me
at least the
me I thought
to want ended
when death is
not an option
then killing everything
surrounding you is
the only choice
you ever consider
for in their
death shall also
slowly come yours
RePurposed
Pulling myself together
side to side
trying to meet
end to end
I finally admit
that I am
a winter coat
bought thirty pounds
ago and while
still stylish will
simply never fit
this my love
is now us
we once did
fit that is
we’re both now
to each other
something that just
barely ever will
unless one or
both of us
gets given away
to someone else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 