Where I come from
blood and names mean nothing
and sworn oaths even less.
But prized most of all
is that old art
of playing dirty -
so dirty
no one else
can even see the game.
- marandarussell.com
He was the only one of us
who still followed the sea.
He was a wanderer,
who could abide
no stay-at-home
order
'til the sea
became his country.
- marandarussell.com
The future is yours
and the present is mine,
but it isn't all it might be.
Things go wrong.
I talk to myself.
I can't explain it at all -
whether I guess
right or wrong,
I can't be the first to speak -
or the last.
In the end,
there is nothing I desire
so much
as to become nothing.
There's been a mistake
somewhere.
This is not
how it was all
supposed to go.
You, over there
laughing
as I prick my finger
on verbal razors.
Me, bleeding,
faking a smile
wishing
I could manage
to be good
just this once.
marble eye
bulging
out of its socket
stiff neck
coiling
thick as marine rope
dizzy nausea
swooning
drags me to the bed
hated pain
blazing
throws me into hell
again and again and again
and again and again and
again and again and again
and again and again and