InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

(Inner)Vision

Sometimes I see
without sight

Choking in the
dark on
yesterdays ache

I pick up the
crumbs
and paste them
in mildewed scrapbooks
pretending
it's now

My Vulnerabilty is an
ebony robed
smooth
talker

Binding to my chest
like a secret
lover with
rusty pins and molted
feathers

Whispering

Millions of
words
that would ruin
all the
hours

Force spiral notebooks
to fill
in the cracks
that bleed
from
a masochistic heart.

Eyes wide
shut I bury
the memory of
Your smile

I still see You