Wednesday, April 6, 2011

More pieces, not necessarily related....

I'm chipping paint
the walls are running between my fingers like chalk
I am scrubbing tiles
I am digging grout
I am gutting you
like a fish

* * *

time is what time is
it is always tired
it is rounded up to a whole
it throws punches
pops blood vessels
takes two seconds to spell incorrectly
and who cares about mistakes

* * *

i wake up in the mornings, the heart hammering like a bent rib jutting
through the spine; i run races in my dreams, hide from endless faces and
foes; always
another fence to jump, another ditch
and when the door is closed, when the gate is locked, i bend the bars
or bend myself


Bethany Elizabeth said...

I read it first as just one poem in three parts, and was confused. :) I like them all though, especially the last one. Something in the way you write about dreams captures my imagination totally. Great poems!

poetsforpeanuts said...

Hi Bethany!

Haha thanks a lot. Yeah I occasionally write a random clump of poems and then try to section them all out. I think of it as free flowing thought into formed prose. :) Thank you so much for your feedback!